“ Love failed to describe them as one. They felt it hard to take it through. They became those poles of the magnet which always refused to come close. World judged them and mocked them hard to pull them and ground them down to the core. Their hearts had fallen Weak but the minds remained a mountain of highest spirits and hopes. Life had taken a crisp turn in their lives and the wheels got drifted along the cut of the road. Moments they had spent got crashed into the valley of melancholy and the hopes got burnt into ashes of despair. Days passed and the burns of darkness combined themselves with the soils of brightness, manure of gay was given a new birth and was nurtured with the warmth of newer hopes for life. Their lives moved along a new path for a new journey and a newer goal for life.