wp_20160119_045These are random jottings of someone who is constantly observing, analyzing and looking for solutions. A someone who is sometimes purely restless. Out of that observing and analyzing and also out of that restlessness, so much gets created. Everything does not come to light. The room hides a lot in its mysterious bosom. But the Roshandan tries to chase that shy damsel and she wears the ‘Libaas’ of Roshanaai and here she stands in her myriad stances. Do shower your affections on the beloved of Roshandan.