In the midst of a bustling crowd, a face stands alone. It was an expressive face, looking with a masterful air of possesion . His face symbolized something tough, for it bore the gifts of time. It might have been chiseled in granite, hard set, craggy , remorseless, but, still contained somewhere a streak of kindness. It had deep lines upon it, the scars of many a crisis. Cold,gray eyes , looking shrewdly, out from under the bristling brows. It also boasted of an air of control, In a minute, from a hot flame of anger, to a frigid and contemptuous indifference. It also boasted of an uncanny speciality, of alternation of success and failure, For it was no ordinary face, it was, the face of SURVIVAL.
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Hehe..So this is what you do in ur b-school!
hhahaha.. hehehehe
thats fun funny.. lemme try it too ;)
hehehe cool
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