It happened once, breeze by chance flipped the pages of a book bought from a library by my sister written by Danielle Steel. "The Ghost"
I dont know whom to thank, the breeze or my sister who bought the pages that were woven with the flames of silent relationships, the thoughts that ran through the lives of dead souls, the cries of innocent lives that were left to wander in loneliness of ones cruel life, the memories that would rip muscles to pierce heart where ripples of lost love would be found.
Surely, this book would say whats life after ones partner finds other better than the one.
This is a book where it reveals why woman likes a man else her husband, even after marriage and why women are not alike by their thoughts and feelings where the good ones are more than the selfish by numbers, who are really required for a man to live in a heaven like eath.
The book is sculptured so as to not let it down untill the last line is read the best as the first.