There are some chapters that are never meant to be written, some words that are too heavy for the quill. There are things that one cannot write no matter how much you have to say and how much you intend to write it. But often these are things you will remember life by, often these are the things that make life bearable. When you feel the sand under your feet wash away may be these are things that would make you want to live and forbid losing hope, simple things, small insignificant things that would make more sense when the whole world starts fading away. May be that’s what life is, may be that’s how life is meant to be.