At some point you shall find your orderly life turning into an unkempt dynamics. Of course you would have bruises of scornful days but they would make you learn a lot. They are going to ignite you until you come to the verge of the listlessness. Then years will pass by and gradually the unsolicited pains will dwindle. Your life will teach you to be stout and strong. It is your realization which teaches you to back out from hideous truth. Our will power totters, for we are common but do realize as it would help you to gain that lost vigour again.

Whenever I sally out in the heart of the city I evince rife steps engaging in endless journey to mollify the inertia of saunter. If you reach here you would also join the brisk speed of life. The gestures of the city seem perfectly royal and match themselves with twirling tinge. However, aspects differ when my city shares winsome rapport with tradition and desolation. I vehemently cherish my city where alleyways are ‘handfuls of sweet memories’, and the adjacent archaic buildings are ‘curiosities of childhood’! Here aflame golden rays give a mere tig in my world of emancipation. City’s solitude tickles me as well!