*Obscure*( Written in epiphanic form)

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The word truth itself is fearful.

It has its tremendous impact on everyone.

Life has its own course, from birth to death.

Someone is devoid of his wife and going towards various girls, called them in various names: it is nymphomania.

Someone called herself as better, full of falsehood. Tear their mask, the dishevelled face shows everything. How much rediculous is this. Her life is fake whether she had her own family or children.

Truth is considered stranger than fiction. Then who is truthful? The calamity of life cannot be fathomed by any scale. 

Someone is waiting for her husband, who is on the battlefield of Ladakh. We can write a new Mahabharata with falsehood by the demolition of our character.

"Better to serve in heaven than to reign in hell" will not the motto of human beings. 

Although we have enough time, we can change and destroy the heap, the heap of dense falsehood.

Life itself is obscure.

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