Read....Read.....Read..........! was and will never be my type I got a person who encouraged me for writings and today I am only left with writing. Not her but atleast her writing skill. The writer is alone but lives with thousands of imaginations out of which most of are beautiful related to the person because of whom he is alone, will be alone. Writer might sense something fishy in 'All Ok' things because he has been made so. I manifest my writings and will be manifesting the dark part of it.