When it comes to experiencing the feeling of finding a loved one completely absent, physically who used to be there sometime before, I am sufficiently a good experience holder, of course far less than a soldier on the war front. The more we experience this feeling the more we get convinced with this very ancient Vedic fact that our existence in this universe is just equivalent to that of a bubble on a pond or a blink or a clap or a sneeze or anything which is too short in its occurrence. I find it strange as well as interesting that there is no parameter as much varied as “time”. An average person lives and dies within seventy to eighty years, in this span of time he grows up and ages, his organs develop as well as start going weak, basically this complete life span is a bell-shaped graph which assumptive ends up at the level from where it originated. For any other organism, this life span may be higher or lesser, hypothetically assuming celestial bodies to be living, then the life span for them may be exponentially higher than ours. Hence,  measurement of time varies with its frame of reference. Even after knowing this concept, an hour will remain an hour for us but at least this thought may sound cool enough to realize this interesting fact that life is too small to stay in misery since the time wheel is rotating in its normal pace and the moment we start entering into the process of unrevealing various mysteries of this universe, this complete life span that is availed to us will start appearing to be shorter day by day. Basically, a human curiosity and capacity to explore is inversely proportional to the scope of its frame towards time. Hence, let’s be more exploration by nature and feel each compression and rarefaction which is taking place throughout the journey of this bubble till it bursts.