Past Days

[Ruler4Dmasses]

A random thought thinking about the yester year days and adaptability..


A day worth of benevolent love and care is worth many times the equivalent of a billion markets put together. The economic comparison is just an epitomized framework of emotions that could replicate a humongous array of lovable thoughts, resulting in a constructive centrifuc processor in life that could eventually sustain many lives into a well crafted and beautiful sequence of events.

Just imagine being deprived of the facilities and luxuries that the modern day citizens thrive and cherish second by second; assume that there weren't these mechanized and the invented luxuries that mankind has made them a bunch of coiled necessities. The net value of all these per second is so large to account for. Their volume and varied transactions per facility availed is an improbable paradox of paradise brought to reality on earth.

How were the yester days; by yester my mind refers to a wide range of possible timeframe; anonymously retro in a visionary perspective and vibrantly enthralling altogether. Let it be the ages of Cold or ice age, or the eras which refer to the bloom of human civilization, or the unknown age of theoretical assumptive days of when the earth origined.

Those were the days when the beauty of a women dominated and devastated the worldy empires into chunks of pieces. There were the instances of examples citing the prodigy to a heir is chosen upon the birth history. There was a time when the trade routes opened and led to exploration and eventually a massive exodus of invasion and supremacy taking the precedings from there on.

Wandering through the jungles of the unknown land were few inhabitants; who were so naive and unadulterated that they would not harm or even bewilder any new face animal or human that happened to inhabit their surroundings accidentally. It is a state of exhilarated purity where one stands in a state of unconsciously aware about the happenings aroynd him/ her.the purpose of human existence is and always will be taught by the sages, wise men and leaders have always been a visionary guide to the people who have seldom found it hard to survive the bordered land of insanity and inappropriate knowledge of the world that has clogged the civilizations for years in a misunderstood manner.

The rules that set apart the corridors to right and wrong, rich and poor, knowledgeable and the illiterate are a mere transformation of thoughts and ideologies that were put together on to historic inscriptions with the help of power that ultimately decides the judging power. Discretionary power is needed when judging the appropriate choices to make and the wisest choices to choose from; such calibre to decipher the contained contents needs a labourioys process of skilled finesse.

The present surroundings might shower a Welcoming and a neighborhood that is full if warmth; always effervescent with the lushy green trail parks and wide lanes that seldom convene at a peaceful interjections. The seasonal change would transform this scenic visions into a completely transcribed piece of urban landscape with the scorching heat warming the roads and the noon airs circulating the humid warm vapors onto the whole of living and non living beings on the surface.