Once I was travelling in bus standing upon the footsteps of the bus, I saw a man standing nearby me wearing a torn and ugly shirt and pant (actually he was looking like a begger). I felt his instant happiness that he attained when he saw a romantic shot picture on a cinema poster pasted on the boundary fencing wall (as of I saw, he got rid of all his worries). Thats the minute, I became a very fan of him. Let me tell you the reason why. I realized that even a begger has his own feelings. Also (most importantly) I realized that, if a lonely begger can make him happy who has none to care about him, why can't my fellow people can keep them happy when there is a bunch of people to take care of?, why can't my fellow people understand that love is the ultimate thing for happiness, pleasure and ecstasy?
Voluntarily kept this post short because many may feel disgusting to read such a lengthy posts like previous ones.