Our life is like a delusion or just a jump down of a drop of dew seen at the edge of a leaf of a tree, a petal of flora, or at end of a hillside. The mirage will not come to an end to stimulate, but to run after it and lose everything in perspective will always be a choice. How life moves from one mirage to another, one desire to another takes us to move on to a long journey of life and love. We need to take more efforts to touch the hallucination. On hot summer days, the cross roads or pathway surfaces of human life often give the impression of water tantalizingly dancing before your naked eyes, in a mirage on the runway. Our weary eyes, in the shades, watch this magic. We fall for the tactic all the time in our life.