(Read Caption) Your presence do that to me that even your absence failed to do. You know it's something I can't tell you or to anyone. 'I can feel you', is all I can say. I believed your lies so easily that your truth failed at it's existence. Sometimes I think you were the writer and I just edited my words from your story. You know it's the title of the book which incites the reader to find about you and the mystery it holds. So let's call our story, "The Religion And You Chose Freedom" You once told me, 'humanity is the only religion I follow coz religion means to bind or to knot and I wanted to be free'.
