What virtually appears to our eyes doesn’t essentially subscribe the reality. What subscribes in reality may not virtually appear to our eyes.
Whether in the tranquility of hours of darkness or in the luminescence of daylight, state of play perceives it differently. But are they really different?
It is essentially natural that our bygone days are affluent with innumerable events. Memories of some make us contented while other dismays, a few glorifies and a many embarrasses too. In entirety this is what it makes yesteryear ever especial.
No one is born a saint nor is anyone evil by birth. It is sometimes the course of upbringing; more often than not the companion one lives with and at times the milieu where a person is nurtured that transmutes a person of disparate character.
The verve of our reminiscence of what we sowed and what we reap keeps our soul yet alive when the body becomes as good as dead.
Time changes and with the changing time every thing changes; A person's need, a person's companion, a person's attitude. And then end of the day when looks back he often finds despite of what he acquired in time is no match to what he had.
Complexities of any social occurrences are multifaceted that one’s own judgment appears to contradict. Plausibly our own insight towards any social issue is not adequately credential to be able to question the action of others.