If living, love dies, why love living?


I know of people who know not their ATM card's PIN. Instead they know the pattern it makes upon the small keypad. A pattern they remember, not four digits.

So if there are such people, whose minds are just so different from mine in such a way, could not the racist who despises the Indian, because they think differently, be wrong? That it is not the Indian as a race who thinks differently, but their neighbour, their father, their best friend?

Divergence from a central source is all that has made us what we are today, yet this same wellspring of life is a cause for hatred?