Just a letter

There are times when we humans get angry and start emailing our dissatisfaction like randomness of a stallion on plains of Savannah. We hardly realize how much pain and agony we are costing to others, most of the time we are selfish and most of the time we are just humans. But we are what we are - nevertheless. I guess that is what makes us so vulnerable to tears and so vulnerable that we are not phoenix. We hardly understand why we cannot rise from the ashes and be re-born again. And I guess we can never understand. The beauty of angry and the charisma of reconciliation is worth the feeling. We can never forget and hence we can never forgive. We try too hard to forget and we try much harder to forgive. We cant. There is molecule within us, which is selfish, ego-centric and which somewhere defines the persona within our personality. That is the molecule we all want to discover and sometimes - invent.