What are we actually living? No one can be sure of that…
We are always surrounded by the truth, but we can never touch it…
It is sad…
But what isn’t?
In a very foggy era, when everything covered with ash,
No place for colors, colors became a sin.
All people, plants, animals, creatures and even the dusky dim sun starting to nod…
It is always there…
No one can repudiate
The truth always rules…
The good story always wins…
Every one can tell his own story…
But what is the story of the story itself?
We live on the spirit of it…
But we don’t see its body!!
What if the story has a body?
What if that is a part of the truth!!!
Check it out…