The jargon of any proffession is always unique, sometimes too isolated to become cumberous. Just like a flatcar, the bogie gets displaced from one place to the other and the barge keeps on saileng aimlessly with the tugboat pulling it ahead without a reason, without a purpose. That is what life turns into when Idle Time drags you along the paths, never bright. The dimmer to the dimmest alleys seem all very soaked, humid and pungent with the worn out socks and the dead hopes. Suffocating, no doubt, but only to kill it is by bringing the essence of franticity within the morosed out look. Tough call, but will never go unheeded. The only thing that needs the things to get moving is the perseverance and labour! Determination to light up and vaporize the dullness is the moto, but can be achieved without doubt....
Lets see...when it will be achieved!
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