We live in a time when children are raped and adults find justification for such a heinous crime. The Gods remain silent when a child is gang-raped in a temple for a week. And yet, we fidget around and find flaws in our mundane lives. We hold love in the narrowest possible definition and the crudest of light. It is the love that makes us selfish, the one that belittles the humanity in us. We live in the illusion of freedom, and thereby forsake the accountability and sense of responsibility that comes with independence. And yet, there is a love that can create heaven under the sky. The love that can drive someone to be better than yesterday, till he reaches the best of his potential. Such a point of goodness that can practically be called 'Godness'. I still hope.