... its like playing a game of twister ...
your right hand is holdin on to nothing of the ground on which our christ college is built.the left hand is clingin to the smooth surface of a basket ball which has become that way due to wear and tear of body, mind and soul... people and the inanimate object, more or like a puppet...
the legs are weak, pressure on each increasing with passing time and of not knowing wher the next step is going to be...
though with the swirling choices around u the head holds strong, high which keeps it going...
... you aint seen nothing yet...
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the rain came and washed them away.....
sigh.....:(
damn neat ! twister huh? now i wanna play twister..that should have been one of the competitions in communiquere !
Brilliant! too much in few words..well written
Super color scheme, I like it! Keep up the good work. Thanks for sharing this wonderful site with us.
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