I'm wearing a rather striking shirt, one that makes me feel like a clown fooling around in a graveyard. Roving eyes latch on to me and make me too conscious of myself. Checkered in red, grey, black and maroon, I've excused myself into donning it and looking silly for two reasons. It's Friday and…more importantly, the last working day of the year. Tailored half-a-year back, I never had the courage to wear it, not until today. It's that time of the year when it's time to reflect on the events that transpired. Last year ended on the worst possible note. Dad had expired and I was numb with shock. The repercussions rippled halfway thought this year. Things were so abysmal initially that I had lost the will to live. Acrid in everything I did, I was immensely angered by time phlegmatically flowing through its cadence. It was as if Dad meant nothing to anybody. What right did people have to live the way they always had when Dad was no more? Why was much of the world still ...
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You look just like the Kannada film heroes, man!!!
like mostauch , muchh or anything
of that sort ? . hair at top resembles
a bush and ur glasses cover ur eyes ,
therefore the photho does not show
what you can a clear face .
a happy face is all one needs to show ,
a suitable face in appearance ,
a face best recognised ,
a face unmasked ,
a face instead of a mirror ,
a trace of oneself unchanged for ever .
faces that always have one colour ,
faces , facing straight to the veiwer ,
faces untwiched , a self protrayal
of an image ur displayed here .
faces with no shadow of ugliness
in it nevertheless ,
and then again there maybe a face
with a little change later ....