Saturday, July 30, 2016

Wish Me Luck ! Ahhhhhh

Twelfth Night 

Act II.

Scene III.Olivia's House 


What is love? 'tis not hereafter; 
Present mirth has present laughter; 
What's to come is still unsure: 
In delay there lies no plenty; 
Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty,
Youth's a stuff will not endure.

Why yes, this is my very first scheduled post! 

Right now, I am probably a very hassled traveller crossing an ocean maybe, pining for all of this

Hopefully I will be back with an update...till then stay well and happy, hug your loved ones a little tighter for me.

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