They were both poles apartOne a ready masterpieceAnother an unfinished art...

Be the flow.Don't get carried away...

In a world hooked in "Start-ups"She was his final "Settle-down"-The Drenched Writer

White emotions when fell in love turned red...-The Drenched Writer

Pairs are made in HeavenPromises are take on Earth...

Pairs are made in HeavenPromises are taken on Earth...

Sun adores the bodyMoon romances your soul ...❤

We all are filled up with vacuum.Just need the right one to burst out.❤ - The Drenched Writer

Someday, even my existence would be felt.

Why limit yourself to what your eyes see when you have an opportunity to extend your vision?

Even the most disinterested love is, after all, but a kind of bargain, in which self-love always proposes to be the gainer one wayor another.

An excess of childhood is the germ of a poem.

I like forms that are flexible, that can let you feel creative.

Don't lose sight of user delight.

Slight was the thing I bought, small was the debt I thought, Poor was the loan at best - God! but the interest!

One can live for years sometimes without living at all, and then all life comes crowding into one single hour.

My mother never put an emphasis on looks. She let us grow up on our own time line. She never forced any beauty regimen into my world.

Become a "learning organization". Shuck your arrogance - "if it isn't our idea, it can't be that good" - and become a determined copycat/ adapter/ enhancer.