Tip of the iceberg

This blog was meant to be a diversified blog tackling anything but the events that this country went through made most of the posts go in certain circles. Here is a sort of a different post I hope you like it.

Or not, for this type of posts expression is all that matters.

A typical "me" would never share such a post so bear with my "crabness" and kindly refrain from any cheeky commentary or questions.

You'd think she's the ultimate beauty. That godly blend of poise, grace and a figure befitting Aphrodite herself and that there is nothing to top that!

That is until she starts speaking...

And it's like a thousand enchanting melodies waltzing, grabbing your heart throwing it up high in the air and throwing it down just to catch it before it hits ground to toss it around again.

Words of such eloquence and wit worthy of a Shakespearian Capulot descendent.

You'd think she's the ultimate beauty and there's nothing to top that so you draw her a portrait, crown it with a frame, weave your most gentle words, set up a museum and prepare her immortalizing ceremony, and there is nothing to top that!

But she leaves all that...

And she pulls apart the ceremony with a weary and disinterested sigh, and walks away with you.

And there is nothing to top that!