Man lives on the lines of fate as provided by the providence for a cause best known to him alone, here in this world not only fools, but even clever men are taken in fair appearances, look at the beautiful peacock, though its notes are sweet like nectar yet devours vicious snakes, the inevitable is invariably proceeded by circumstances that are favorable to it, either it comes to a man or takes him to the cause of the doom,
May Lord Bless all,
Thanks please