I was probably eleven or maybe twelve years old, when I asked a beloved English teacher,"Miss, what is difference between fate and destiny"?
I remember her, looking at me thoughtfully, tapping a chalk against her lips, recollecting a distant memory.
She then told me,"Deepti, I heard this somewhere and I repeat it to you. I hope you do understand it".
"Fate is the canvas gifted to an artist. Destiny is what the he chooses to paint on it".
I thought I understood it well.
I remember her, looking at me thoughtfully, tapping a chalk against her lips, recollecting a distant memory.
She then told me,"Deepti, I heard this somewhere and I repeat it to you. I hope you do understand it".
"Fate is the canvas gifted to an artist. Destiny is what the he chooses to paint on it".
I thought I understood it well.
