Once upon a time, you were walking down a square near your house towards your home. You turned the corner, unconscious of my presence. You were blissfully oblivious to the intermittent accompaniment of the unknown acquaintance you’d met years before. You were aware of me then, but it was so long back that along with everything else you forgot me too.
As a matter of fact, you’ve always enjoyed my company( you always do once in a while ) but ignored my presence. You get conscious of me sometimes, but as I provide those precious few moments, I never seek any attention. And now that you’ve found time to come here, who am I you ask?
I? Well, all right! If you insist:
I am quite the contrary and still the everything in this world. In fact…