In the beginning I was just a thought, dormant in some secret chamber of the mind. Unpredictable are the notations of the mind, unreal are the games of the heart. There is a time while churning imaginations when I am born, out of blue and grey turmoils, rising like water, to quench the thirst of fire oceans! (I waited for my moment in front of the graffiti when a girl in blue and black attire ,a perfect blend with the churning graffiti on the wall, passed by as if she has emerged out of it !)