There come so many stories of so many kinds. Some give power and spirits and courage to the human conscience that has now gone blind. Stories are there so are heroes many, who are always on the run and in a process to stop the evil, vice, cruelty and world’s never-ending or seeming so tyranny. But still, there are many unsolved cases, episodes of mystery in this world of fancy, fun and negativity which don’t seem to get the light of clarity and which require bit more better efforts at maturity to understand and solve them. Man is always running, he is always humming the tune of a song very very useful to him which gives him lots of spirits and courage. He hopes and hopes and is again hopeful for his healthy existence which he sees is not certain here in a Pandora’s box world but then also he thinks that someone will bring him or drag him out from this whiz or whirl. He runs, he works, he falls, he stands back. He tries to make himself become complete in all things he lacks, he always wants to get on the right tracks. So much is there, so much of good, bad, false, fancy and hoping, existing and laughing all together. It is a bother, this life in itself which to keep on being good requires some help. We work, exist, perspire and smile. Cry, play, live and die but still, we don’t seem to understand this world it’s many where’s and whys. We work and we forget to live, we forget our many lived dreams. We still don’t seem to get back to normalcy. When will we catch our breaths, maybe after times of our deaths.