There is a reason to be a cynic. And I have a reason to scoff at cliches.
For a moment, I believed the world, eventually does not come down to cliches. But then, cliches are disappointingly predictable. And that killed my moment of hope. Hoped for something different to emerge out of something extraordinarily normal. Hoped it will be something simplistically elegant. Something natural and innocent.
Coming down to reality, instincts should never be ignored and cliches are never to be underestimated.