The mystery of life

While I was entering into the most exciting phase of a person's life- the teen age, the first change I noticed in myself was that I started suffering from an asthamatic attack, which subsided not by oxygen but by novels..and that too mainly mystery. When I once asked the librarian for the best mystery novel, she directed me to Sherlock Homes. and that man impressed me so much that even if I would misplace a pen, i could feel as if I was suffering from split personality and would start thinking like Mr. Homes..there was no mystery which he and his assistant could not solve..except one.. and that one i realised when I was on the other side of the teens and had seen a fraction of the real life from my eyes wide open, the curtain of fantasy removed from them..and that one was 'the mystery of life'..