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I don’t abuse. Not at least perceivable by inbuilt radar in humans, that receives by five senses. I have not yet. “Will I ever!” is a question whose mystery I don’t wish to spoil by attempting to answer. So the ‘f’ in the title does not completely refer to the ‘obvious’ .

I have a fondness for alphabet ‘f’, precisely small ‘f’. It gives you ample scope to exhibit versatility in style. If I peep an eyeball deep into the ink I have spread for all these years, I see I have played with this alphabet, unconsciously . And at times my two ‘f’ s in the same word look different. Unconsciously. So it becomes a worthy activity to see how I tilt and alter It when gruesome class notes are being dictated. it’s fun watching my own discoveries, it’s fun watching those tilts , its fun watching myself, being different in different situations and its again fun watching myself reacting differently to same situation at different times.

Human is an enigma undiscovered .it evinces with his reflexes to all that he comes across. This mortal conundrum entangled in flesh and bones stops unrevealing when his actions remain bounded by the intricate web he has fashioned for himself and the confinements bestowed upon him by wordly affairs. There are moments when you behave contrary to what you had thought you would if you were ever confronted with it. Times when you snub all the reservations and let the brook bubbling in your heart just take its course,just the way i let the ‘f’ be written the way it comes out with all its twirls and turns .

The cruise we are treading will only end with the last sigh and the fullstop. the beauty of this journey lies in relishing the meander and gaping at the surprises we give to our own selves.

I don’t abuse. ”will I ever”, I don’t wish to answer!