Basically what ‘we’ are today is what society has given us yesterday.
We hardly have something of our own original. In every matter we accept a opinion of ones or others, and even if we hold a slightly different opinion, we find ourselves lonely and say life is hard, but I think
The joy of life is in efforts that we do for ‘living’

I gave my left hand to my love for few days.
Actually it got plaster when it hit on a pole when I was in running train.