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Writing a Book, Telling a Story

For quite some time I have been writing a book, or I should say trying to write one. But then starting something and completing it are entirely different things. Even then, after my recent trip to Chennai, I am beginning my writing again. This time I have also been strangely inspired by a few image sites that are totally unrelated to my writing.

The first thing that needs mentioning is that I have gone to the office in Bangalore, the place I like much. The reason is quite well known. Beautiful Ladies. Come to think of it, the first day after three weeks in Chennai was uneventful except that my system was down and a few other let downs. It was good in a way as I was able to go ahead with little to no work. Can't complain.
 Ever since watching Hannibal I wanted to own a pair of these wine glasses. Unfortunately when I myself went to this shop to check them out I was flabbergasted. Two wine glasses would have set me back by about Rs.1900. I dumped my plans altogether. No other glass was going to suffice.

 Just a good picture with a splendid frame, I have no reason to put it up other than what I mentioned in the beginning. The car looks attractive as well. The original is a huge 8.6 MB file. You can reverse image search it to find it out. Quite cool, probably set to be my next wallpaper.
 Looks like the famous Aletta Ocean. Yes, I mean the pornstar. Of course, she could be anyone else as well, but the similarities are striking. In any case the image is powerful and there is a mysterious touch to it that is hard to miss.
The Eiffel Tower. Who does not like this tower? In any case, I stumbled across this piece while surfing blindly and was quite taken aback. Here it is when this structure was under construction.

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