The day of the fools.
A day for everyone of us.
How different is it from other days?
I don't know.
Do you know?
Now that I have opened the piece of writing, i can sit back and relax and let my fingers do the art of crafting. I actually thought it was the mind, the idea which mattered when you had to write or create anything. But my hands, fingers actually, have a mind of their own. The mind comes in where the mood is to be created. And am I moody? Mad-I-Moody. :)