" She loved riding her cycle in the evenings, when the breeze was cool and the humidity was less.

The color of the cycle reminded her of the sky. While riding, she felt as if she were flying. She loved this feeling of flying: as if she were a bird flying in the sky.

Life is so beautiful, she realized. But she could not understand why people fought wars. Why people hated one another?

The birds did not hate each other; they just loved flying under the wide blue sky and above the vast green grass.

She often wondered about life and the answers to life's questions. But her mind could never find answers to her questions. "

― Avijeet Das