New Dawn

I fee quite jocund when I see a chagrin of reassurances which primarily center on the time being. Its really a laughter provoking excuse that the one who sits past you bellow and make the abominable hue and cry and sometimes abuses even just to restrain your wit , wrath and virtually impoverishing to the hateful conciliation of obscene jargon of malicious bereaving.

There is clownish aftermath and scintilla of absurd embarrassment. Its always been a real dilemma to see that the unbridled anger demolishing everytjing in the way and not even the bloody self.

Trade of professional lying is in vogue eversince one is adult. Sometimes when one is earning. But its most rueful when one sees both listener and teller losing their minds