The line that lingers...."It's better to burn out than to fade away..." The blacksmith is relentless at his work....day in and day out. The shrill periodic metallic noise subduing the clamour of the strangers.... The seamstress weaving a motley coat....the exuberance of colourful cotton threads..... A character is moulding into the character and its inner voice is in its highest pitch... The mirror is shattered ironically. Multiple facial images that appear....synonymous to the multiple character dwelling in one's self.... The pragmatist,altruist,beguiling and perhaps puerile.... And the ominous,ugly one who is coercing into the void like the rippling oceanic waves wiping the fragile sand castle from the shore. Call is now from the omnipotent self in quest of the El-dorado. Thriving on every success.Accepting the challenge of the inscrutable,prolixious road ahead and from the self-destructing self. The mind is educating and in the end revelry is awaiting.... The line