Brushstrokes

<p style='margin-top:0cm;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:8.0pt;margin-left:0cm;font-size:15px;font-family:Calibrisans-serif;'><span style='font-size:16px;font-family:Arial Novasans-serif;color:black;'>Brushstrokes on the canvas of my life…</span></p><p style='margin-top:0cm;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:8.0pt;margin-left:0cm;font-size:15px;font-family:Calibrisans-serif;'><span style='font-size:16px;font-family:Arial Novasans-serif;color:black;'>The hues and shades of joys and sorrows of pain and passion of tears and desperation all have lent fire to my quill and these brushstrokes paint the portrait of my soul…</span></p><p style='margin-top:0cm;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:8.0pt;margin-left:0cm;font-size:15px;font-family:Calibrisans-serif;'><span style='font-size:16px;font-family:Arial Novasans-serif;color:black;'>The benevolent and omniscient has given me perspective and the inimitable joy of a spectator at all times…</span></p><p style='margin-top:0cm;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:8.0pt;margin-left:0cm;font-size:15px;font-family:Calibrisans-serif;'><span style='font-size:16px;font-family:Arial Novasans-serif;color:black;'>The heartthrobs and heartbreaks the hits and the misses the mirth and the melancholy all paint these brushstrokes…</span></p><p style='margin-top:0cm;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:8.0pt;margin-left:0cm;font-size:15px;font-family:Calibrisans-serif;'><span style='font-size:16px;font-family:Arial Novasans-serif;color:black;'>Life is a journey of the soul refining it in each encounter with the self. Yes each experience is I believe an experience of our own self and refinement of the soul.</span></p><p style='margin-top:0cm;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:8.0pt;margin-left:0cm;font-size:15px;font-family:Calibrisans-serif;'><span style='font-size:16px;font-family:Arial Novasans-serif;color:black;'>We can either be bitter or be better when we experience life.</span></p><p style='margin-top:0cm;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:8.0pt;margin-left:0cm;font-size:15px;font-family:Calibrisans-serif;'><span style='font-size:16px;font-family:Arial Novasans-serif;color:black;'>Whatever happens happens because it has to happen and it has to happen in that particular way…</span></p><p style='margin-top:0cm;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:8.0pt;margin-left:0cm;font-size:15px;font-family:Calibrisans-serif;'><span style='font-size:16px;font-family:Arial Novasans-serif;color:black;'>Let life flow on like a stream and let me be a leaf floating on it.</span></p><p style='margin-top:0cm;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:8.0pt;margin-left:0cm;font-size:15px;font-family:Calibrisans-serif;'><span style='font-size:16px;font-family:Arial Novasans-serif;color:black;'>Prostrate at thy feet Lord Guruvayoorappa I surrender…</span></p>