Under the belly of some transient thoughts when I glance for new fickle I always end up pouring repeated words disguising my ability to convert some written piece of papers into an astonishing story. I feel disgraceful. Then I close my eyes, look over the sky filled with past and I see her. Under the shadow of colorful rainbow, those talking eyes pamper my brain to root for new moon. I whisper the sensation and finish up by murmuring the magnifying tale. Now, I am under the impression of happenings, I am under the impression of chauvinism, I am under the impression of the boulevard of Maryland, I am under the impression of her charismatic glimpse. She still inspires me! Journey continues!