Well, it’s admissible to everyone that people change from time to time. I confess this as well and literally I have shown more than seven colours, to the legal world. But whenever I changed or reflected whites, I was conceivable to all it’s artifacts. Well, my journey started from cradle, and as it is. By every axis I rotated, I found one thing common, and that is, we all are behind the same lie (Life).
Though life hasn’t been so dear to me, but it has held me enough with it’s true instincts of a futile belief of love and love like strategies. Everywhere I go, I’m hurdled with acute pains of love’s remembrance. From rise to set, I keep peering it throughout. Well, every night isn’t blessed with a moon, but I make my own and keep watching it. Every breathe, I breath an emotion filled with joy of hope.