Life essentially is a pack of story in constant motion where much more time goes in story listening than on story telling. Though storytelling predominates our routine discourse. It so happens, many times in life we find ourselves in a quandary – a state of abject helplessness. In those times we desperately look for something to hold on. Even a strand of thread is enough to tie us from getting dismantled into broken pieces. This strand can be deftly derived from the fabric of story.