In this chaotic puzzled human civilization where people are no better a human race than animals, in fact masked with such perfection that the reality is way beneath that cover. Each person has variety of shades. Some evident, some hidden, some purposefully shown and some smartly kept safe for some special occasions to ruin you.

The one who butters you is sure an intentionally mean being, the one who talks little less is sure to have no connection with you, the one who calls/texts/meets every often is sure to be in a race to win you. 

What would you say of the one who meets you everyday so ordinarily? 

Might it be a saviour when time demands

Might it be a backbitcher

Might it be a backstabber

Might it be a pervert 

Or might it just be a mosquito, sucking all the goodness in you. Perhaps something which you possess and he/she lacks. 

How unpredictable is human behaviour. How arbitrary is the race. Is it the fault of our generation or is it a fault occuring on every occasion?

Millions are the followers and thousands of contacts, hundreds in the list but once you demand a treat (favour) how sweetly do they manage to skip. Such hollow has been this whole mankind.