Might you at any point remember something that never happened? I realize I will have many 'NOs' as an answer. We by and large retain the conscious things or see the things really occurred, So for what reason am I composing this? I am composing it to the oblivious piece of the mine, where a few recollections lie, stowing away from me … they exist, they most likely do! But never need to defy me or rather say I would rather not face them. 

At times I feel, Life is a two-sided story one according to the viewpoint of mind, the consistent one, with a legitimate stand which has confidence in retribution, to retaliate, blow for blow reasoning you know! It tracks down contention in everything, scarcely trusts things, and fights back, while the opposite side story is about the heart, the safeguarded one, unadulterated heavenly, looks for the positive justification for everything, puts stock in a plan to give up the things and hold the people! The story which we pip more upon, look more into, the story strengthens! There is a consistent switch, quarrels and that is the way life goes on…. How could it be all applicable to the title? 

It is, for sure it is to give the unique situation…. As I decided to peruse the first part, in this matter, So deliberately the 'love'(the commonplace one )never under any circumstance occurred and I am uninformed about the oblivious part. There was retaliation, consistent strife, and profound contemplation, The heart attempted to peep in, but I resisted. 

Isn't this life about theory? I feel that the creative mind of the 'faker' is significantly more gorgeous than the real world, there should be individuals who think that it is factious, yet proudly I truly do recall the stage that never happened, how lovely is it to retain it, as a fantasy! 

A tribute very nearly culmination appears to be more lovely than the finished one since it stays liberated from the strain of having a wonderful, worthwhile completion, Reality harms, it truly harms, It damages profoundly, I heard, I felt… Isn't it delightful to pen down something that never occurred, without really feeling the aggravation where it counts, I believed, I composed perhaps there is no smell of the real world, it isn't, however, heartfelt as the genuine one yet somewhere inside it could be loaded up with the serenity and habit-forming creative mind. 

Furthermore, as the spirit never dies, I will take insight, a few minutes, and a sentiment from the last life to recollect you. You ought to be there, at one more end as we are never intended to meet, But I will continue to treasure you from a long way away, I will stand by consistently to meet you without really meeting you. I will get a kick out of the chance to feel you, without really feeling you. I would envision you in the center one second, at the other second, I will evaporate your reality forever. Yet whenever I will be given an opportunity I will decide to recall you, retain you, and remember you however could never succumb to you.