" TREASURE VAULT OF MEMORIES ”

Out there in the jungle, lies a treasure vault, buried deep into the jungle, whose roots spread deep in our soul, filled with memories and half burned images of this mirage we share, everybody needs these roots to be deep and strong, they keep the wolf of insignificance from the door, without them life is triviality, till the time comes when roots will be severed, and the soul is freed and all that we acquired, is left behind, in a dilapidated shell, for jungle to be swallowed. But at the end, what will be left in woods is the residuum of roots, memories.