What is the real motive behind life? To live it all? To see and experience all? It may vary for everyone. For me I believe, and most of y'all will agree, life is most certainly not a race. I took a trip to the North- East of India. I saw life in this trip. I saw it all, the suffering, survival, anger, desperation, and the most noticed thing I saw was people's occupations. On our first day we (my driver and I) drove Guwahati to Kaziranga. We made a pit stop to gather snacks. It was a small complex with a sweet shop in the front. There I saw two little cute puppies, not domestic, walking with their parents. The parents were standing and searching for food in a bin, whereas the two kids climbed the stairs, stumbling quite often, yet reached successfully at the top of two steps! They stood in front of a fridge where bottles of milk were kept. They looked up as high as their button eyes could see. I was standing in front of them, noticing what their hardship looked like. A...