They say that the face of success has the color of money. Why is that? Maybe because moneyed people pretend they can buy happiness.
Sometimes, I am amazed by people. How they deliberately say hurtful things, and pretend to be pious. How they laugh at your silly jokes, and curse you under their breath. How they claim to abhor injustice and inequality, and yet have servants. How they confess to love you, and insult you whenever they have the opportunity.
