In the rain, we ran. Away from the liquid falling from the sky, containing molecules which we never know what they might be. It has been quite some time now, ever since the day that girl last held an umbrella, walking among the droplets. How far have we gone to? Towards the so called destiny of ours? Remembering one said, “Why can’t we do what we are supposed to do? We are here to teach, and this is definitely more than what it should be.” But seriously, what are the things which we are supposed to do? And what are we not supposed to? Teacher is to teach, students are to learn. Is this the way? If it is, then are the men sleeping at the side of the road meant to sleep at the side of the road? Are the orphans the orphans for the rest of their life? One told, if we are born to do what we are supposed to do, as long as it is within the range being set, then there wouldn’t be any improvement, is there? If students’ job is to learn and not the others, it wouldn’t be a surprise if we are now apes, and not human beings.
