All of us learn to live no matter how late that realization hits us. Life is anything but stagnant, like the ebb and flow of tide in and out of the shore.
We learn to live with all those wiped drops of tears, with all the pain as a consequence. And what’s strange is that we don’t even pause to think for a while.
Life becomes a caravan of such neverending stories.
How we don’t sit to count the number of stories we had for ourselves or been parts of, perhaps the centre of all this forms the basis of our empirical reality.
Coming to think of this, water too has turbulence and undulations. Nothing is ever unconstrained, unbroken or placid.
Infinite boulevard 