Prologue
This Is Not Hard and This Will Not Even Hard. If Someone Is Asked to Choose The Hardest Way for Entire Life, What Would They Do? Do They Accept It? Or Reject It? Or Even Are They Mentally Prepared Themselves to Think of This Question At Least? Mostly This Would Be Never Understood but This Is Ridiculous Truth. There Is A Way with Pieces of Glass, Thorns, Fire Broth, Venomous Serpents Which Could Torment You. You Have Been Asked to Travel Along the Way. Is That the Way Amenable for Persistence of Life? How Miserable? This Is Must. This Is Absolute Must. Cheerless, Comfortless, Depressing, Desolate, Gloomy, Wretched Life Is This? A Simple Yes Should Not Be A Simple Answer for This Hardest Question but Yes Is the Only One Answer Left at Me. A Fake Smile, A Fake Happiness, Even A Fake "Yes I Am Ok “Complete Many Blanks of Questions. It Is Horrible to Understand Sometimes. Perhaps If You Speculate with Inspection What Will Be Erroneous. This Is Not A Fantasy Story. It Is A B...