Come November, Come the Cold Northernlies...

It has been a bumpy ride for the past few days. Uncertainty gloomed Mr. P. He tunes his transistor for some relief song... may be something on request. But the stations blare with the forecast of a storm. The mind of Mr. P predicaments, what to do, where to seek some enlightened thoughts. What is right? To support or pressed hard against the motion. In past Mr. P got the inclination of disatisfaction when he pressed hard against it. He doesnt want to commit the same act again, yet his act is demanded by the situation.

The leaves rustle against the window pain. Its a foreplay before the winds pour in their traditional dismantling effects! There is something for every one... its just a wait for time. Mr. P wants nothing but a smiling life. He craves all his hours just to think out ways of ensuring that. The clock strucks 0200 hrs on 2nd November, 2008. Its time to have a sleep, and comatosed, he may think clear... may be....