Monday, September 26, 2011


My biological clock ticked 6.30 and I groggily got up from my bed. Peeking at the clock, my pupil dilated.
OOPS!!! I'm late.
I groped for my cell. Scrolled to the recently dialled calls and pinged at the very first name in the list.

Hello!! Wish you a very very happy b'day.
OH! Thank you so much SURBHI. I was just waiting for your call. Everyone had called up in the night.
Sorry. I too tried three times but it said WAITING.. WAITING.. I couldn't resist my headache and felt asleep.
Never mind.So,how is life??

It was SHIPRA's birthday yesterday and I couldn't wish her at sharp 12. So her birthday morning started with our long vivid talk.

Its so soothing when you call up an old friend and walk down the memory lane hand-in-hand.You share up everything or say anything. Whether silly, funny,or serious, it doesn't matter but one thing is sure you badly miss the time when you were together and used to share everything from pen to lunch, from bench to book, from playground to jest. Ahh!! the unforgettable moments of school life.

She also revealed some hidden secrets. OMG! ridiculous.
Sorry! that's a secret. I can't open it up.
Then to my surprise she said, "Yaar! you write well."
I was dumbstruck for a while.I was unknown to the fact that she was aware of my new passion and was keenly interested.
I said,"How can you say so??".

You stupid! I have read each of your blogs.
Are you kidding??
No dear. I have actually read them.What if you didn't tell me. I used to read them.

Ahh!! I can't tell you my joy knew no bounds because her laudatory discourse of my writings really made me feel good.And I'm telling you she is far better,than me.I bet if she's to play with the words,she'll definitely win the coveted cap.

"But",I said,"I'm on a halt and haven't posted since last four months."
Because I think I need to flint myself some more. I'm unable to make the readers commute with me to my realm. Hardly anyone reads them as said by the poll at the top right of my profile.
Hey! But I love them. You are playing well. Don't quit.
Okay! Would you like me to write something??
Yeah! Sure, Write down about our school days,our old pals. Refresh the blurred memories.It was indeed a never-forgettable clip of our childhood.

Good idea. So now my dear you just wait and I promise to throw you back to the HZS,Chittaurgarh lane.This will be your this year's b'day gift from me.

'I would be desperately waiting for that. You really made my day. Love you.'she said.

So now begins my preparation for her gift.

Dearest SHIPRA, I have tried to sketch out the very first day of yours in our school.I believe I have exactly retraced everything settled at the back of my brain.Hope it takes you back to the field of HIND ZINC SCHOOL.

A nymph with a black band
Coupled with her brother bland
Invaded into a class reading Class-V'B'
I tickled my peer wee
We swivelled on the chair
Welcomed the pretty novice
Though baffled by her presence
A formal confluence rush
All in British English!!
Left us dumb plashed.

Whispers wafted into the air
Some sulked,others bullied
Some flouted,others clouted
Multitude slewed in green raiment
Wiggled and jiggled
I pointed to a desk beside me
Solaced her to glide in glee.

The bell rang
Everyone clanged
Mam Asha Dashora trudged in
Plethora of silence reigned in
'A new mid-session admission??'
Yes, Mam. A MADAME!!
A stern sight
Caught him fright
She greeted her under the new roof
Adviced to rush through the volumes
'You will be assisted by your new friends.'
With a spark in the eye
Mam resorted towards me and Indira
We nodded like grass standing erect
To heed her through the way right

A reticent nexus was hailing
Amidst the garrulous teaching
Days passed by
The SPS girl was now a HZS girl
Rushing through the bus in the morning
Crunching the books in noon
Strolling over the lawn in lunch
Babbling over the landline in evening
Tied us in a knot
Sighted as friends duo.

Sweltering together in summers
Shivered more in winters
A blithesome posse
Vividly gushed
Now called Grown-Ups
Still trifle at dawns
A tribute to our alma mater
To shelter our friendship under the pedagogy.

I would also like to mention the names of our old pals with whom we played together in the classroom,played pranks,had silly fights but who knew we were actually composing an innocuous album of our school days.
Indira Kanwar Chauhan
Pallavi Modani
Meenakshi Kumawat
Mohanish Borana
Arjun Menaria
Siddharth Goyal
Tridev Pratap Singh Chawda
Barkha Deera
Navani Tandon
Richa Agarwal
Gautam Bhatnagar
Ankit Soni
Arvind Kumar Dhaker
The list doesn't ends here. But these are the few chaps whom she remembers and can't stop herself narrating stories linked with each. I would have loved to pen down the provoking events( Ghatna-Durgatna :P). But something should be concealed and unveiled at right time only. Wish you all a happy life ahead.
:) :)

Tuesday, September 20, 2011


A mother having two kids met with an accident. She and one of the children managed to survive while the other kid succumbed to the severe injuries. The mother has never expected this nightmare to ever come true but what when it surpassed into reality. She can be imagined helpless but for the sake of her second child she has to combat this odd situation. She cant put an end to her life. The wheel must roll and its her responsibility to nurture her second kid well.

I just want to exemplify that when things dont go according to our expectations, there is no point of abandoning. Instead look for alternatives. There are galore of ways waiting to be trampled by you.

EXPECTATION is something the major reason for the growing crevices in everything from workplace to relationship, from school to office , from cricket to hockey.

Have you ever pondered why do we expect?? Perhaps according to me, we expect from others when we transmigrate our capabilities into that person and see him as much potent as we are. Irrespective of the fact what the very person wants but since we have superimposed ourselves upon him so he is compelled to live upto our expectations and if he fails then he is seen as loser and cursed for not accomplishing.

The father of a student expects him to shine through and bring him the fame same as that of his colleague's son. No one bothers whether the kid is abnegating himself at the cost of his football love.

The manager expects his employee to outshine in the upcoming project like the previous one irrespective of the employee's interest in this new project.

The boy wants his girlfriend to love him exactly the same way he does unknown to the fact that she doesn't love him. And many such instances can be cited.

A few days back I came across these lines:
"People just expect from others even though they have failed in raising their own soul upto their own expectation."
I feel that every person has his own space. He should be left free with it. No other than himself should be allowed to enter that space and cause unnecessary interference. A spiritual relationship between soul and body defines that space where a man gets close to himself, sets his standards and strives to live upto those. There exist people of different perceptions. One may have a limited perspective and is happy within the walls. While the other may have a broad perspective and wants to explore the entire ocean. So it is immaterial to impose your expectations over others.
Try to live your own life in your style and let others live their way and then if any interaction occurs then that would definitely create the most beautiful kaliedoscope.:):)


Its a general tendency that we try to imitate others. We make futile efforts to embolden our image with THEIR raiment. But the truth is that each one of us is special in his own way. Had we all been alike, then how would you distinguish between your father and mother?? your friend and foe?? The whole world would just seem like a mirror, in which you would have seen just your own reflected image infinite times creating a chaos. At some point when we CHANGE ourselves according to the norms of others then it's found that at the rear end they were busy lauding our vision. So always stay the way you are. Here's a short verse to take you through MY VISION.

I perceived it as a cherry on the cake
But she said, a hat on a fat

I took it as an iridescent flash
But she said, a mere traffic signal bash

I admired it as God pouring his love
But he interrupted with showering of rain

I saw it as a mother embracing her child
But they cleared it as a pumpkin creeper over the wall

I pointed at a distant lantern
But they interpreted it as a shooting star

I took it as a credential
When they dusted it as a piece of paper

I tried to wipe away their tears
When they called it an onion cheer

I tried to trace straight
When they veered towards the steep

Now when I took their vision
They changed their perspective

Now what seems a concrete to me
Is a sacred temple for them

What seems just a sky to me
Is a way to fly through for them

What seems life to me
Is the only chance for them.

:o :o

Saturday, April 23, 2011


I'd rather be a COULD-BE ,
If I can't be an ARE.

Because a COULD-BE is a MAY be,
Who is reaching for a star.

I'd rather be a HAS-BEEN,
Than a MIGHT-HAVE -BEEN, by far.

For a MIGHT-HAVE -BEEN has never been,
But a HAS BEEN was once an ARE.

Thursday, April 14, 2011


I'm lost
You are lost
We both are lost
Lost in the lies
Lost in the faith
Where are we lost??

Lost all the hopes
Lost all the faiths
Lost all the joys
What makes us lost??

Lost the soul
Lost the glow
I lost in some
You lost in another
Unaware of each other
We got lost in our own.

I keep getting ahead,
You never noticed 'm almost dead.
I see my dreams are gone,
You only reply with a yawn.
I get pushed back,
You never noticed the slack.
I get pushed down,
You never noticed my frown.
I fall down and crawl,
You keep walking tall.
I cried in pain,
You didn't notice in vain.

What to tell you my GOD??
I lost you in a plot.

Survive and thrive!!
This was what you told me
I swear I followed it
That's why once I shined
Once I bloomed
Once I flourished
But today I suffocate
Oh!! My LORD!!
Where are you??

Return me my smile,
Which is long viled.
Return me my life,
Just for a while.
Promise me some cheers,
And I promise you a beer.
Promise me a blue,
To which I promise to glue.

It's been so long
Longing for a beacon
I got lost in the dark
Thinking of the stars

Amidst the dark
Rose my sun
Oh!! LORD!! You got it done
A ray of hope
Found the way to my gulf.

You returned my smile,
That had been viled.
You returned my flight,
That had a plight.
You are the one
To whom I bow
You made me glow
Amidst the blow
Thank You LORD
For all I owe.

:-) :-)

Tuesday, March 15, 2011


She is to enter this world
Hearing these words
His joy knew no bounds
Felt short of the loud
Tossing high the key
Bent down the knees
Oh! Almighty!!
Thanx for the sparkle
Promise you to sprinkle
Till my wrinkles
My love and care
Over her hair.

The fragrance of her innocence
Blew over the lane.
Freezing the air
Freezed every action
Of hers with a click
To turn up someday in a flick.

She tried to utter
He helped her
And finally "PAA"
Eyes brimmed
Embraced her
Clasped her
Stared at her
Lovely!! Exulted!! Rejoiced!!
Once more sweet heart
What a soothe!!
Once more dear..

O' my Angel
It sounds so sweet
"Coming from the lips of an Angel
Hearing those words
It makes me weak".

You are my life
You are my laugh
My wings to fly
My licks to sly
Wish we never move on
Sticking to these more and more
For now and then
You are my Angel
Promise me you 'll never move on
From the lips of yours
My Angel!!


We have heard so much of love. Born as a child, mother's love seemed to be eternal. As we step on the threshold of the outside world, father's shade soothes us. Getting caught up with the collegista, freinds lend their hand.
A bit later someone special is meant to reign all over our abducted soul. Burning to ashes, our memories are cherished.

Love gives you a new birth everytime. Love is painful but the pain is certainly a blessing. When the heart falls into a relationship, it is certainly hurted even by the minutest pain of the other heart in symbiosis. If you avoid the pain, you are certainly avoiding the another heart of yours. Love teaches you to stand erect and become vertical over this land.

A general misconception says that spurned love shatters you completely. But love shatters the crest of your ego though the centre of the ego remains intact. The more you are in love , the more your heart cries but the pain it brings is a blessing in disguise.

The human relationship is limited. But love opens the door of possibility. Think!! if it can happen so much in a human relationship, how much more can happen in a relationship with the DIVINE??? And that is what exactly the prayers and meditation bring forth.

Love is a training ground, a school, to learn that pain is blessed. So, when you are in love , cooperate with it, don't try resisting. As I look around, people seem to make a compromise . The lovers by and by come to a compromise : You don't hurt me, I'll not hurt you. But a few know that when pain disappears ,the love also vanishes.

When you are in love, it hurts. It terribly hurts. But never resist , never create any barrier for the pain. Let it penetrate you deeper and deeper. By the time you will realize that it was a wrong interpretation. It is not really pain but something which is going so deep in you and trying to get rooted firmly. The roots get so well caught in the deep that it causes a bit pain.

Don't use the word "PAIN". When love and love's arrow goes deep into your heart, close your eyes and feel it. Don't use words to express it.
You will see it is a benediction. You will be tremendously moved by it and feel joyous. Don't lean against any word, any language. Just allow a deep look to this new happening and cherish it. An unspoken truth of love and its pain will bless you . :-)

Monday, February 28, 2011


The road to woods
Led to the moon
Stayed a Blonde
Looking for a mound

The white spread
Coverting all the white
Might the silver gleam

Sighted him bleak
Lost was his life
In the cloth of white
Eyes grew red
But none befriended

Gazing at the white disk
Up in the mist
Laid his Miss
Against his wish

Nymph cried
Seeing him grey
Blew hard the winds
Rained heavily the clouds
The havoc played well

Lost in her
Sitting over the mound
Was oblivious to the roar

Saw then her
Amidst the roaring water
Paying no heed to the screech
Paced towards the white gleam
Sleekly embraced her
Now and forever

Keeping the promise
She graced him white
Bracing him tight
Got lost in the woods
Tinging white with the woods.

Friday, February 25, 2011


The dorm remained abandoned
For there was no one who cranked
Creepers creeped upto the rose- tinted glass
Sun light was trammelled for hours
Hour on hours, second on seconds
The door wished for a knock
The mullion of the window
Seemed to have got mumps.

Utter peace, pin drop silence
This is what it never wished for
The door hated this serenity
Wished for the same thumps again
Cried for the merry bombs again
Waiting for some throbs again.

Dusk and dawn went by
The door stood by
Sweltering in May
Sprinkling in July
Shivering in December
Spring in April
But the door just stood still.

One feb. something tickled
The door opened up groggily
Hindered the enterance
But a pace made through the way
And got printed over the dark dusty film
Door tried to gain the senses
After a long census.

Joy knew no bounds
Sensed the same thumps again
Those throbs returned back
Unveiling the dusty cover
Spread the lovely shower.

Time bounced back to bon- bon
Destiny opened up the box
Music poured in the gleam
Golden cookies got baked again
Smell blew ascent
Spreading everywhere scent.

Dorm got bonvivant
Door got perked
Calmness prevailed
Conquering the credence
Of perpetual gaiety
Brimming fervour
Once again rosy tints got brewed up by the sun.

Monday, February 21, 2011


After the evening workout, I was relaxing myself. Just pondering over the little yellow-orange clock squatted over my study table. I just wondered how perpetually it has been working without any hiatus. The quick- quick secon hand , red in colour swivelled round each and every embedded digit for once and again.

If you ask someone, "What are your hobbies??". Surely he/she will enlist a number of activities like cooking, gardening, drawing, reading, gossiping, dancing, singing and a lot more.

But if the same question is thrown to me, it leaves me stupefied. It seems I have to scramble through my activities to credit one of them as my passion. But to be veracious I'm hardly occupied with any of the freaking passion. Everything seems to be the sane, only differentiated by name and my involvement (ofcourse the least one :/)

Being an engineering student, I have learnt well in three years how to fool the examiner (:P). So there is not much to read. Just a few night fights makes the war over.

After being thrown out of the hostel, as our so called GOVERNMENT ENGINEERING COLLEGE, AJMER doesn't have its own campus hostel, so it hires a few private hostels in the city (Ajmer) and enrolls the first year students. And just after a year they are spurned out with disdain. But I badly miss my hostel life. All those pretty pranks still crank me up.

So, now having walked half the mile, I'm standing in the penultimate shell ( second last shell of an atomic structure). I'm eagerly waiting to get into the valence shell and get relented to the nuclear attraction .(sorry for being a bit geek.. :P)

Though in a span of 17-18 months I will be called ENGINEER but this thought just leaves me abandon. What I have got till now?? What new I learnt?? Just one word answer - NOTHING. I'm afraid of this answer if it will really engulf me in its nothingness????
Well!! seeing my peers also suffering from this NOTHINGNESS makes me feel solace. I'm still a part of the graduation pursuing society (sheepish smile).

The gadget beeped up. It opened up a text from AIRCEL. So I was taken back from the past time machine to the present.I guess now you must hav got WHAT IS MY HOBBY??? Just to catch up with any thought in bewilderment and getting lost to somewhere in trance(quite inexplicable).
The three hands of my clock were still ticking. The red second hand was still nudging each digit . thinking of the myriad tickles of the clock till now , I calmly sauntered with the drawl Tick.. Tock.. Tick.. Tock..

Friday, February 18, 2011


I take the opportunity to express my deep gratitude towards the sweet little lamps who have been constantly present to enlighten my darken lane.

Time comes when success hugs me.
Time comes when failure slaps me.
Time comes when I party hard.
Time comes when I cry hard.
Time plays HIDE 'N' SEEK with me.
But these tiny- winy lamps always mark their remarkable presence. Just a small glow lits me up in every mood. They have always kept themselves glowing ardently against all the heinous winds. Being absolutely naive to the dreadly flagrant waves, they kept my path visible. I bow down to their perseverance.

I had read an anecdote in my school days. It follows as:-
After the creation of this world different tasks had been given to Gods and Goddess. The work of lightning this world was given to the sun. When the evening approached the setting sun asked " Who will take up my work of dispelling darkness and enlightening this world??".
Having heard of this impeccable task, the whole world stood speechless. Then a little earthen lamp just said "As much as is possible for me, I shall certainly do that much!!".

Gottcha!! How a jotted lamp solves a tusk problem in a quick. Exactly the same way, my life is endeavoured with my sun - my parents. But as the dusk approaches I get busy in subduing the darkness. But when some earthen lamps are present beside me to shed away the darkness,life is bliss. I'm indeed indebted beneath the mighty shadow of these mini wands.:D

It gives me immense pleasure to place these earthen lamps as the beacon over my roof. But practically it is not possible { poor me :'(:'(}. I cant bind them to stay by the side of my pavement for a long. But still they have always soared up in my greys. Stroking these lamps with personification , they are those who are for sure present in everyone's book. These are my honourable teachers, cool colleagues, frenzy friends, worthy mentors and a few strangers who met me the way accidentally and turned out to be pea - jacket.
Keep blessing me my deary lamps. :):)

Thursday, February 3, 2011


Smile on one's face prompts other to smile back. Sometimes its a sign of merry, sometimes of a approval. It may be the result of some crap.But overall it makes us feel juvenile, more happy , more joyous.

Here I write down the first poem of my life. Though I don't know how exactly the verses are composed but I have tried my best.
Here it follows :-

Gone are those days,
When she dropped me to the way. {MOTHER}
My eyes were full of tears,
Her lips were full of cheers,
I clinged her wrist tight,
She pointed to the path right.
I turned back to see her for a while,
She waved me a good bye.
With heavy heart I stepped ahead,
With perturbed heart she drove back.

I entered under the same roof again,
She welcomed me with a smile. {FRIEND}
I gazed at her ring for a while.
She holded my hand
And made me seat.
I laid my heavy bag down,
Thinking of the pink clown,
Which I saw on the stage,
Spreading smile on everyones' face.

Suddenly a stick banged over desk,
I returned from clown to my bag.
Miss asked to open the Literature Reader,
I turned up the page to THE LOST CHILD.
She pointed to the girl next to me,
She stood up and started humming.

I didn't listen to her words,
And got lost to my clowny world.
How pretty his red nose looked,
How charming his big eyes moved,
But his wide smile seemed clowny,
Perhaps he had hidden his melancholy.
Still he continued to spread the smile,
To make masses alive across a few mile.

She pinched me to listen her,
I sailed back to the reader.
Still my heart pumped for him,
I waited for the bell to ring.

The school was over,
The children rushed over.
But I sat back,
Lost in the pack.

On the way to home,
I was not excited to meet my mom,
Just wished for his true smile.
I wished to meet him once again,
God listened me and shared my path with him.

The conical cap stood high amid the flock,
I pranced high in my frock.
Rushed to the clown crossing the palms,
But what I saw answered my soul.
The clowny smile of the clown,
Was all the game of dawn.
Dusk brought his mom ill,
Dusted the dawn with her veil.
She laid silent on the overhead cot,
Made my clown to carry the hot pot,
I cried a lot.

Clown taught me one thing,
Never show your sad face to this world,
If so, they will make fun of you.
Just wear a smile,
Hiding your pail of tears.
You will win one's heart,
Prizing you the king award.
So let the days pass by,
But dont let your smile to fade by.
So Make Smile everyone
To make A SMILE for you.

:-) :-)

Tuesday, February 1, 2011


Every action has an equal and opposite reaction.
This was the key statement of Newton's 3rd law which we studied in our secondary classes.

Hey!!!what are you thinking??? Don't imagine me as a Physics teacher. I'm not gonna teach you any fundamental laws to score high (winking at my LCD :>)
It's just to describe the pair of action- reaction at my advent to the BLOGGER.

Yesterday I posted my very first blog for which I had been spunning the scattered thoughts hard into a perfectly carved out picturesque wordart from a very long period. Finally I got the frame of "BLOGGER" to hang it in front of you.

I was very excited to get this public platform. Thought as if now I'm the only speaker and the audience will surely eulogize my sensitive words. Its very necessary to feel the words to get to the depth of their true meaning.
Its my passion to play with the words, explore out new tangy tokens and infact be the author of some preety tacky text. Perhaps this wordart is in my veins. The only innate skill which I'm proud of. Truly, these words are just like my friends, my companion who are always beside me to express my happiness, to wail at distressed stuffs, to cry for my possession, to show gratitude for my dear ones and even to silently curse some morons.(lolz :D) Even my identity SURBHI BAFNA is itself well depicted by these cozy words.

I'm in love with these alphabets, these words, these dumb but expressive texts. Yeah!! truly these tiny-winy words made my life more charming, more expressive and eternally satisfied my soul.

It's not that only I love them. They love me too. Whenever I sit down to write out my diary or any article, these very words wander in bewilderment oveer my brainy stage. Juxtaposed to each other,these hurl up to get place in my page.

I feel like the driver of a long red-painted train carrying finite bogies. I pause at every junction and these colourful words in a hustle - bustle rush to board up my train.
Seems quite funny na!!!!
But its the truth. These lexical units struggle amongst themselves to reach me and being a quite sensible Homo Sapien I give due regards to all of them and get them sheltered in my page.

These lexical units, tokens, words or say my love(winking at myself..hehehe:>) love to be loved by the readers. Its not so easy to catch hold of them, feel them, understand them and providing them their WORD RIGHTS (like human Rights). But trust me if you heartedly wish yourself to enjoy the company of these tokens, just be their apprentice.
It's not shameful to bow down your head in front of some highly acknowledged personnel to personate your identity as a remarkable one in the society. Infact it is good to keep incarnating yourself in all the appreciable faces you see around yourself.

Some of my readers complained about the loaded vocabulary. Some doubted if I have copied down the text from somewhere. Some said I should pen down casually and bla.. bla..

I think now it might have cleared all your doubts. This tacty skill is natural. I can't halp it out. Even if I want , then too I can't stop myself from using these lovely( which you call bouncer) words.Because when I express my views I need the very correct word to depict what exactly I feel.It would not be wrong to say that these words are the clear reflection of my thoughts. So,it's my humble request to all my readers to slightly scratch up their heads to get into this wordart lane. I'm sure when you will start loving them, these friendly words will tightly hold your hand and never let you go off.

Well!! I'm thankful to all those who read my text, appreciated me , criticized me and to be veracious provided me with a new zeal to keep penning down.
So, that was all to explain myself through my words. Hope you all cherish these tiny- winy lovely tokens. :-):-)

Monday, January 31, 2011


By the grace of god , the much awaited dream of mine to share up myself with this world has come true. M feeling euphoric.:-)
My fingers were itching hard to pen down something, scribble out some tangy crap which we all wish somewhere deep down in some corner of our heart.

We wish to be the king of this world, to enjoy every moment to the fullest,spreading out the cheer & the thumping smile compelling everyone in touch with us to dance to the tune of the overwhelming joy.:)

Adding stars to the bright sparkling moments , some indispensable special "MAGI" fill up the left over abandoned space. And thus our castle seems to be brimming with the huge tidal waves of fervour, gaiety, joy and fun. Air seems to be fiddling perfectly to the tune of our favourite vocal.

U know when such above-said dreamy dream turns up true to my eyes???? Its when I'm with the best flinted precious stones safely treasured in my cozy basket.
To your amazement these priceless stones are my life. Yeah!!! I'm not lying. These are called as FRIENDS by this world. But for me they are my life, my soul , my fragrance or say my BREATH.

How strange na!! when we are with these rascals(giggling :>), we never realize that one day their single thought would roll down tears from our eyes. Talking about me, i feel at the top of the world with them in their wonderful company. To be veracious I sleekly thank GOD for sending them to my life.

Indeed they are the Few Relations In Earth that Never Die.

With my prancing heart, I take pride to write out this blog for all my lovable friends who have left their imprints in my beachy life making it more beautiful. I dont feel gloomy for those who have stepped back, who showed their backs when I needed them, who took my one MAGUS away from me. Instead I eulogize them for being one of the best snapshots just even for a while. I heartedly thank them for fringing my Memory Lane with the ever-enjoyable and never-fading tapestry.

There is a lot more to share up but keeping in mind your patience to read me, I just put ....(some dots) to this blog.
I promise to come up with a new zeal and new enthusiasm and a better text next time. Keep blessing me with your friendship, the most sacred relation on this earth which I do worship with my pellucid heart. :-):-)