The landscape was barren.. Nascent.. Fresh.. She came in.. What a canvas she thought.. MY CANVAS.. I can play tic-tac toe on this. I can draw lines. Crisscross, Concurrent, Intersecting, Dividing. Her Landscape of geometry. She started Carving out exquisite patterns. Working her way round the eminence, the mounds, the flats. More careful than callous; for her patterns were intricate, her designs deep. She looked down at her piece of work- magnificent.
And hence was born- a slave to destiny's design……….a vassal to the fief lady 'destiny'………..beset by his exquisite fate lines......
Destined to a checkered life……….Its been 25 years. 25 long years….
H B JNP
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ReplyDeleteT Bag ka pic laga diye ho kya
T-Bag jaisa pic toh laga denge.. lekin woh kaminapan kahan se layenge.. :)
ReplyDeleteah you seem to make me curious each time I read your post.
ReplyDeletepoints noted:
1.use, short, effective words.
2. one can try to carve some picture out of the writing.
3.Keep thinking what is this guy exactly wanting to say?
4. should i follow what he has written or should I go for the hidden meaning?
5. then i can conclude that, of course it's the ingenious mind of Mr. JNP which is working here and better not go into too much detail.
6. I enjoy reading what you write but ends as soon as the enthusiasm builds up.
a piece of writing should be left open to interpretation of any form.. interpret it any way you want.. :)
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