I sway in the madness of time, its utter chaos to join the dots, to only observe lines criss-cross like on my palms which make no sense, may be I have not read enough, may be I have not thought it out enough, what is "enough" is enough puzzling for my head. Joining dots have a pleasure the transitional achievements of figuring it all, then whole things get flushed out as juveline has its charm, life has a charm in its own weird ways, the ways we percieve the beauty of being alive, the ways we take on different situations which come and go... Madness I believe does make sense sometimes.... :)