Shakespeare had rightly stated, “There is no vice so simple but assumes some mark of virtue on its outward parts.” Hypocrisy has almost become the middle name for each mortal homo sapiens. Multiple thoughts race through our minds always and amidst this abstract conundrum, the most important ones are often relegated to the abyss of oblivion. Ubiquitously, each one of us is working
for some vested interest with that unexplained sword of Damocles constantly looming large.

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