Love.Live.Life

Resides in the arms of culture, with religion making it colourful on every edge of the fence. The many places you go, the many faces you see, with innocence in welcome, variety conceals with the difficulty in the language. Even being a rainbow of culture, religion and languages every place feels like home. Where, sports and games are not few persons investment or interest, rather whole nation involves along with the God.  Standing tall, stretched long for justice, to clean the impurity of truthiness, we stand reputed. Somewhere below those belts, under those tables, we fall corrupted.  Feminism was never a point to discuss since our God taught us what a female resist within her. The Sad part is where she is called Laxmi, on another hand she is a piece of flesh for some He's, who sometimes kill them nameless or somewhere their name is hidden under the melted wax. Despite being all happening within, how far we may fall divided when necessary we also are united....

Even when the sense and the maturity did not peak from the soil, the feeling is at the stature for the one whom we call a friend. Stepping out from that bondage of religion, its humanity which brings everyone together.  Friendship is a thread, in a flow, it does break sometimes from between. The knot which is been tied to join it again is not an obstacle in a relationship, rather it is been tied to make that relationship stronger than the previous one so that it does not break again. These are our electives and we stay as we want with them. Without any examination, where humour collides and the laugh can't hide and we find that the one is always on our side. They never met to the condition of mother and father hardly knew them.  Some remain stable all through the life and some were new to our hive, what changed was that corn to gold with ascending age. Today when we meet the old ones we realise our lifestyle.  Every point of our life we meet some one. The ...