In seasons of cheerfulness, no temper could be more cheerful than hers, or possess, in a greater degree, that sanguine expectation of happiness which is happiness itself. But in sorrow she must be equally carried away by her fancy, and as far beyond consolation as in pleasure she was beyond alloy. ( Sense and Sensibility, Jane Austen )
Random female with Random dreams...sometimes would want to be an external affairs minister and sometimes a sketcher and sometimes a story writer and sometimes even a photographer and rest of the times ofcourse confused!! O:)
To avoid those wires, i should have focused it to infinity, but then its all about wires and life , isnt it ? why keep them out of focus...
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