It has been ages since any work of fiction or faction appeared on this associative linkage . Never in all bounds of the unending thins of time had i realized that every successful individual had brains , that went into the working of his very soul , as opposed to the classical sense of a womens hand.

The thoughts that follow are in o stretches of imagination even subtly associated with the thought that i just expressed.

Then again what is the universe but an intricate lore of subtle and sub subtle learning that emanates every ounce of knowledge unto the same common base.

Let us review the PAINS and PLEASURES of having a room mate with this ever so short story:

"Why is it that whenever a sense of anguish , sorrow or fear pervades nature seemingly projects upon itself storms and thunder . And whenever the character of a story are dull so is the weather, like the weather is so passionate towards every individual soul that it has to satisfy the hungry moods of the mundane.

But my story is different , the sky seemed to rip open itself and unleash terror unto no limits controllable and beyond the strength to face it.The multi faceted sun which seems ever to infuse being into the lingering thoughts seemed to have left for its usually nap , but a little earlier and dogs barked and barked beyond the limits of barking. But i was still happy because it was my birthday and my room mate , had conveniently remembered it and brought pleasantries for me.

And then ............................
Well lets tackle that a little later shall we