The Other Side

There is an other side to every living being on this earth. The side that they seldom display. For some, it is like the other bank of a river, which they seldom cross. They like to keep it at a distance, for they have the fear of crossing it. For some, it is like the balance in their bank account. They do not want others to know about it. For some, it is like their childhood memory. They like to share about it and think about it, and tell themselves that things would never be the same. For some it is like the basement of their house. It is always dark there, and hence they fear going there. For some it is like a thorn for a rose. For some it is like the most favorite gadget. They cannot wait to get to that side.

This one, is mine.