A humorous take on horoscopes and relations. Anyu swears by her Sunday horoscope forecast...When it suits hers! But what does she do when it doesn't? Read on to know more... Anyu, the upwardly mobile technocrat, had few idiosyncrasies of her own. She firmly believed that future predictions in the papers were the gospel truth, not to be tampered with. Her day and mood depended on those wise words. If the forecast was good, she was genial towards the creator, her employer, and her immediate family, in that order. And God forbid, if the prophecy said, “watch out!” it was...