I fail to even imagine how it will feel when somebody realises at the age of 70 that he has spent his entire life in pretention . The relationship that was the centre of his life was actually based on pretension. He never loved the person with whom he lived all through his life, and the entire relationship was based on practicality. Actually, he never allowed that person to peep into his secret world, and so did the other person. They lived together like strangers, pretending to society that they were very close. Actually, they never knew each other well enough to love. What if somebody realises at the age of 70 that money and power , which were the targets of his life, have actually not given him any happiness? That means he has wasted his whole life under an illusion created by society. How horrible will it feel when a person has no time left to correct the hypothesis and restart? How will it feel to look back at those 70 years spent waiting for some happiness, founded on a hypothesi...