After

After you had willfully spent your hard-earned money on digerati's fetishistic products like the novel iPad and iPhone, you couldn't rescind that you are just miser, poor and hapless. Sometimes you feigned lassitude to see people buying iPhones and iPads, Macbooks and peripherals, but sometimes it is so ineluctable that you have to buy them.

After the shops and boutiques had closed down, you danced and cavorted merrily with your children in a henotic atmosphere. Insouciant boys and girls circumnavigated the playground while guffawing. Naivety is never infra dig for adults. So you watched your children running around the playground and smiled. Time to relax.

After there was evidently no thing to do, you make your bed and lie on the schlock but comfy mattress. You said that now it's time to sleep and let those kerfuffles rest for a while. There are so many burdens, so many hindrances for you to overcome as you grow mellower and mellower, older and older. You wish that there could be an exilir, but if it wasn't invented even while you at yur deathbed, then so be it. Let the natural kismet do whatever it wants.