It was a special day perhaps , the insti was hosting the infant care centre function , where sweet little kids moving their brittle body parts! ...though I knew about this programme through the server-mail , but who is interested in attending it when you have plenty of other things to do , but through my close friend , I did came to know ...that I was needed at the backstage to dress some little guy named Divyam , and Oh! God ! was he looking soooo cute in that Bhangra Dress , I guess he lived upto the expectation of the form of dance I have long cherished and performed , though I couldnt attend the programme , but that little kid did make an impression in my heart...

Now the results dont matter anymore , been used to every possible conclusion possible. Test-series is going fine but not as per my own convictions.... Somehow I find myself being enlightened up by something hidden....I do remember ....maybe but these are the words :

"He used to do surgery
For girls in the eighties
But Gravity always Wins and it wears them out..."

The best way to come over your own limits is to overcome them within the limits of Nature....

Small water drops stranded in the air
Hidden behind the reflections , a cloudy layer
Perhaps a fallen leaf , dragged along the wind-direction
Or my own mirror looking at my reverse-reaction...
A hint of serenity , the scenario fades away
Maybe the dew-drops fell , and on the ground they Lay...
Swallowed by the Ground , taken into control
My Vision blurred , someone else was looking through the hole...