A few birds are chirping around a cute little baby owl who blinks often. It can rotate its head with the aid of its flexible neck. They say it’s malukeshvara: the vehicle of the goddess of the oppolense. Luxeme is her sweet sweet name. Taxeme. Raceme. Laxeme.

The birds have a forked tail with a red mark. The Chamleone is shy of being photographed. Cyborg. Organized Zed Eye. Yen. Enneagram. Tetrahedron.

The climate is appropriate for writing poetry. I am in love with myself. Every bit of myself. It is the peak of aware narcissistic personality if there is a thing.

Why did luxeme choose the owl as its vehicle?

Why all the young men in my vicinity including those who have been associated with the name of Gandhi want to work as a government servant instead of carving a nice niche for themselves.

You see how it works: despite being the brightest guy around none of them stay my students for very long. The excuse might be this or that: I have a hard time selling my communication skills.

I sometimes feel richest. When I see birds and dark clouds. Among worshippers of money I am one among many. A nobody. I was systematically taught by some of the greatest teachers to not cling. They had a big systematic organisation which required management and marketing. I took them literally. They were the most effective because of the advertisement.

Unlock up zip up hoodie and codex. Index. Dexterity. Ritzy Ritwik bailiwick. I don’t think I had a choice to regret not being able to play World Food Program rice donation game. I also didn’t have the freedom to improve my vocabulary in the last one month. However, in the next few months, hopefully, you would see a meteoric rise in my vocabulary size which would be nice ice cream. It took me 26 minutes to write, edit and publish.