This world is filled with looters who want to take away your rights from you, take away your world from you and take your memories too. You say keep the world but return the memories for they are precious. But those who take away your rights from you never let memories remain by your side for the fear that your memories will bring back the feeling that you had rights and you might ask them back.

Bugglers took everything from the home, the son kept the watch of his father that he had kept safe in his care for a long time. They also stole that watch to steal away the previous and now the precious time. But the found journey of the sun has always been part of human memories. Man got used to looking at watch but in the alternation of day night was imprinted upon his mind like a memory that never leaves and dwelled deep inside his mind.

Why this world spins round, why the sky is half blue and half black. These are the memories that will remain even after the life and for a good reason. Do the days change into the night by themselves or there is an alternator. The darkness of the sky is not visible from earth as much as it is from miles above the clouds.

Why these stars look like that. If someone wants to take back his right then even the stars can’t be hidden from a blind, then for those who see, always know their way.

The journey of like is like words traveling on a book, and then on one of the pages is hidden, the feather of life breather. Someone very close to our essence.