How often we asked this question to ourself and others? How often we imagined this is the toughest and expensive question ever asked??
"What is the purpose of life"??
I also used to ask the same.Lately i realised it is not even a question.Its a mystery,which is cold,freezing and deep.It leaves us with a load of perplexing statements inside us untill we stop thinking about them. Its not the depth of question i was thinking about,but the relavance of the answer,if i ever had any.
Then somewhere on the hills,Where its as cold as anything,this question peaked inside me again and suddenly i got the answer.It was "Nothing ,but the life itself".

While iam agreeing with the freedom of opinion and right to expand our intellectual landscape,i seriously think we still remain as the same...