Nature's Pandora's box is full. If the lid is opened, it will overflow everywhere. Creator's creation has to swallow the joy and pains, happiness and sorrow, good and bad which go hand and hand. This is the vast universe. The fate rocks the cradle up and down and the river of lullabies flows. A little paint and a small brush are enough for a writer to create his own world of literature. The impressions in my eyes and ears or on heart are the imprints in my writings.