There are only two people round the world who care for us,  we ourselves and our parents. The later is always a little conservative. 
When a child is born to the parents, they enjoy his progress, his first walk, the first word he spoke and what not… This child, out of the curiosity, builds his passion to live. 

Childhood, a time when everyone is both self-motivated and look up to our parents to learn the world. As we grow, passion, it makes the difference between every individual. We often stuck in between our passion and ours parents’ expectations. The one who is able preserve his passion and not letting compassion go down, his parents are the luckiest one in the world then. Construct yourself within this range and behold the Satisfaction.

Biggest civilizations have fallen off and rose again, being it’s citizens are always passionate and so do the Houses… 

– An Indian Traveller



Birth, a state of mind with nothing inside but the curiosity to know and voyage the life, and Death, the only stop on this journey , are connected by a very simple and delecate thread known as time.On this journey the first and foremost thing we learn (rather we need) is an ability to Believe. Whatever comes to you, whatever you want to do, you might be fully equipped or better equipped than your competitors, unless you believe You can, unless you believe that the things you are aiming are only yours, You can’t win it.
Relations, no matter with whom, that perk up this journey are the projected views of one’s belief on you. The first one, with our parents, is the best example. We learn to believe this world only with our parents. After that first we try to believe on people (a must safety check) then accept their existence. Once you believe never look back, no matter you face ups and downs in the relationship, whatever be the reason no one intends to hurt you, it’s just the situation you fallen at that time.Just remember, this thread of time is too delecate, don’t even try to break it for someone who believed you every now and then. You know where it leads

– An Indian Traveller