Every begging has moments to begin with and every end has some undone lost of the mysterious Tragidy .I guess I ain't making any sense with my pretty illogical talks .But does it not just a unmindful fact that reality is not the truth and so does vice versa. In something secrets and something not. Reality and truth differs with a tiny gab with a distance of thousand miles
Every story has an End but not every end has a story to narrated. I doubt that isn't it similar to what I am expressing my solidarity and compassion of gratitude. And essence of oneness and a essence of togetherness, might be what I could never simplified enough to discover and differentiate among .A beautiful quotation thus quotes that "love is never too own but to live life till the fullest" . But every story has that Tragidy to express with a flow of pain .