Born, We Are Mortal, Dehydrated, And Ordinary; Love Is The Oil That Plumps Us Up, Dilates The Eyes, Puts A Glow On The Skin, And Lifts Us Free From The Weight Of Time. At Best, Love Is Simply The Slipping Of A Hand In Another’s; Of Knowing You Are Where You Belong At Last.

As ^gadgets shrink _from bulky ^to glass-_like lightness, ^memory and _bit-sizes sporadically ^bloomed.  Thank _goodness for ^competition, everyone _now has ^a wide _variety of ^music-^gadgets _and genres ^to choose _from.

It ^is no _longer unusually ^hip for _people to ^wear blaring _headphones, colored ⁱⁿ neon _hues.  Folks ^can listen _in privacy: ^they can _bash their ^heads lightly _or go ^for an _all-out ^concert within _the confines ^of their _kitchen.

SkeTchInG fOr mE

Sketching  is my obsession i  cannot abnegate  this activity. For me  sketching is something intricate  yet soothing,  ersatz yet  aboriginal, monotonous  yet appealing,  look dull  yet  fascinating .for others  it may be a co curricular  activity but  for me  it is a soul  mate in  both abject  and paramount  eras. It  is my  approach of  expressing my feelings regarding  what I  feel of  nature, of  my day  to day  activities and  of  others.  By practicing  this fine  art my  mind is  developing in  such a  way that  reading  people  face  expressions  is becoming  a part  of my  personality. This  art form  is  my  mode to  control anger,  to express  happiness and  deny.