Life itself is like a beautiful flower, sometimes you pick the most beautiful ones and sometimes you deny the dead ones. Even the wild flowers also happen to catch our attention, as long as it looks good We just pluck and move forward. When the same thing is applied to reality, it's the truth, but not the myth. Our eyes see the ones, which are most attractive , including a small kid demands something that seems attractive . Well at some point, even the most attractive things gets lost, despite the least one, no matter how hard we try to get rid off the same. Acceptance of loosing such things is pretty hard, but yet it's the whole cycle of life at the end of day .
With love,
Bindya Ts
