This is about everything that is evolving around us with time . their highs and lows . The changes that are making an impact on our lives . From technology to social, economic and political issues . Some books, some sports, some personal anecdotes. Friday, March 2, 2018. Hospital admission vs home care. I recently read an article in The New York Times Are Hospitals Becoming Obsolete. The maximum number of hospitalizations in the United States was in the year 1981.

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A thought process into the realities of life, as we go through them. PHOTO PROMPT - Madison Woods. Quite dark, no? Nothing new, the usual. The wolves should be howling. The owls are awake . Look The clouds covering half the moon, giving it a Dracula. Are they fuckin blind! Behind those bushes. I can sense the Leopard also treading in. Looks like a party night .

च दन र त और म. 8220;Arey wo chawanni kaha gai, yahin to rakhi thi. Mera pen wapas kar moti. Dekho chhino mat, ni toh me chilla dungi ki Bhaiya maar rahe he . And yes i will never stop taking those of his costly pens. Never said but always understood.

8230; and we are walking, hand-in-hand. Looking back and yet moving forward. I am absolutely in love with my present. Just had a new haircut; eyes healthy, sparkling with a twinkle. Life seems to be smiling and I am wondering, wow. When did this happen? In such days I found my peace. Or I just grew wiser? I know not, but that I am able to look back and yet move ahead.

Who says i cant be both? It feels oddly satisfying when you finish a sketch that you have been meaning to finish for quite sometime. What do you think about it? With blood of bravehearts. He did his part,. And he did it well. Now relieved from his duty,.

The girl whom you used to call pretty-witty. I have been wandering around, recklessly.

Am optimistic, vivacious, dynamic, composer and what not.

Drip 2014; Marker on Paper. I am waiting for my life to pass,. To be done with this brittle brigade. This glory bowl of dust and ashes. To wipe away the stupidity of a society,. And they will remember me. As a tragedy of nonacceptance. Their crimes were supposed to remain hidden. My existence taints a historic past,. Besmirching the valor of the well-paid and rotting.