Someone walks into our lives on their own, it makes us feel how special we are and we start to think that "I don't know what I've got in me, everything happens on its own, may be it's not on its own, I am making it happens by myself, me myself control my life, me myself control my destiny, I am better then other's and I am very superior too... and then we start disrespecting the people wo choose us instead of others, who spends their times just to see smile on our face, and we start taking them for granted....... well eventually that person disappears like they never existed earlier.... and now we need someone to blame and here the role of GOD comes, and we blaming him for every bad that had happened to us.... and the moment we wake up, we realize that the person just walked in our life, so that when you stand in front of a mirror your image will scream at you.. "you are not the king, in fact you are nothing...." Well i believe that hurts..

But may be somewhere in the garden of memories and in the palace of dream we will definitely meet.

The lady in the pic is my childhood buddy.

Note: The stuff written below the pic seems not much related to the portrait. May be, I speak a lot when I draw, I speak a lot to myself. And this is what my inner self was going through, when I was working on this peace of work.

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