Quintessence

That was a 3 floor building . Our dense window glasses ,oily old fans, grimy untouchable loft and screeching showcase doors everything remained as dusty as the heart and minds of ppl surrounding us. Neither we had time to look into those , nor we spoke of cleaning them all on some X th day of our life . Life went so busy like the crowded roads  of a hot metropolitan city, even though the roads here are not one … Candid thoughts , if allowed to burst out, will obviously  take a different voice , different tone and difference content from what I've presented above … Dumping out those old, philosophical serious thoughts of mind, I wish I could jot down a few pleasing scenarios this God’s Own Country gave me..   1)     What is more pleasing than a drizzle on a Monday morning ,on a day you’d feel so reluctant to even wake from bed. A tiny drizzle that drops out slightly, instead of fully drenching you, a not-so-wrenching-sun that smiles at you , as it draws out slender

Ya, I’m starring somewhere I knew something is going inside ma mind , I’m starring somewhere out there I knew that's not what I’m looking for.... The wall was the target for first fifteen minutes when I tot of squabble with lil sister last night! When I imagined myself fighting her back...... Walls broke to nothing with the dreams that was going in as I touched the gash , the brutal kid slashed !!! :’(