Some bitter truths are so beautifully wrapped with a few sweet justifications that even emotional disparities can easily be put aside with melted heart, thoughtless acceptances and innocent smiles......until and unless you actually notice the the grey shadow of shrewd souls behind the white curtains designed by the weavers who are good at embroidery but still amateur at painting, painting the world with new stories.
I peeped inside but it was too late for me to train an army of thoughts and send them into the battlefield of belief where there were no confrontations between the reality and introspection. I surrendered myself when there was a lot of hue and cry about the decision of our respective fates. Fact is still the same which was before the start of my inner conflict between the mystery of life experienced till date and the hidden path to that bitter truth coated with some sweet expressions ever imagined.
I am still loitering in the corridors of this building - Building of doubtful standard but still with some amazingly beautiful patterns which depicted trust and loyalty which most probably had no historic symbolization or historic relations. I am still wondering why life is such a known Mystery!
