Dating : Notwithstanding the odds of countless boon companions that they claim and display ostentatiously…

Notwithstanding the odds of countless boon companions that they claim and display ostentatiously, they can’t trace even a stag to liaise their dispair and succumb to the immense shame which holds them to petty sleepless nights! Ahh, we need to understand the fact that there are people with their own stories and you cannot be a part of everyone’s anecdote, and that the maximum you could do is, if at all serendipity hits, be atleast not be the villains in their tales.

When one doesn’t have the avarice to pour out on the media community, when one doesn’t become cyanical about the memoir account of others, when there doesn’t lay any predilection upon the resentment to the gravity of achievements of rest peeps, when the proclivity for one’s own work becomes greater than writing potheads here and there, when the omnipresent malevolence changes into cupidity, when one learns to appreciate the forerunners instead of cultivating iniquity around, when the eeriness to barricade someone shuts off, when one faces the ghoulishness of their cowardice because of the dooping dastardiness and the pentence makes you strive for sorry, only then does your persona allows you to what is called quintessence for a peaceful snooze!
Just like closing eyes doesn’t make you fall asleep, similarly a dounching head doesn’t afford to wash away the filth in your heart. Be a narrative to the brute you portrayed, have courage to bear the chance away and welcome the good world with open heart and then once you close your eyes, you are an awake yarn in yourself, no musty blossoms, no ambient theme of tones, no twinkling eyeballs no unrest. Love will embrace you and cuddle you to sleep and the forthwhile will be arousal.