The Tale of the Paan or of the pain of that Tail

Fixtures are decided by the time zones they fit as per the metaphysical neoconstant of unread to facebook is equal to infinity.
This was the motto of that secret bard of His Highness as he boasted that the Snake was true and that he saw it.
Rashid as if to break the monotony of a unilateral discussion, blurted out,'I know it Saiyed,slithering and slime,a death lingering but not yet hungry,devoid of hunger it preys,looling sometimes as though dreaming of death ,I seen it all and dread it.That seven headed serpent who exists among those thousands glittering stars of a moonless sky split apart after that binge of monsoon rain.'

That mini durbar was broken and split after that.It was then her lover spoke up.He swept his eyes across the drunk wandering and tired set of their friends who would wake up not remembering how thin that tail actually was.It was that part of the myth that he put straight.He said to the assembly,yes that bittersweet paan raises of the red wet lips,those visions when you enter that chamber in the dark, end up in the faint of a moonless yet lighted sky adorned by stars, glistening rupture of  power at the tip of your finger.The biggest Ruby casting its spell.I cannot continue he shivered and left that assembly of pawns.



Those priceless pearls of the land of Eiderabad where  priceless for some different reason altogether but one was certain most faces were books and others books without faces.