End of the Night thoughts: May be every beautiful story has it’s ending. Doesn’t matter if it’s happy or sad, may be every beautiful possessions need to be lost, so that you cherish it all your life. But, then what’s forever? Why do these endings make us feel so suffocated? As if, there’s a little oxygen to breathe, and no water to drink? May be that’s why we call them beautiful stories? It’s really hard moving against the wave, but so easy to move in a way with it. Ever dead-bodies float tirelessly and travel distances, without any energy fading. So where should we conclude? Becoming strong to move against, or becoming sentimental to move with it? Call is ours, decision is their’s. Not every beautiful story has a beautiful ending. Not every beautiful story remains beautiful.