Feeling fine, sometime, when a black and white outline frames in the inner sight of the mind, slowly getting emblazoned with the touch of pleasance. Is this the arrival of melody? Or the antecedent of blossom? Or in anyway a forerunner of aesthetic?
Well, now it spectacularly seems like an enigma engraved with mystery. When perceived in detail, this enigma is indeed a "Thing of Beauty which is a Joy Forever". It is an IMAGE out of the horizons of mind's fanciful imagination. It is an IMAGE that visualizes an iconic mental representation, assorted as a persona or a personal facade that one presents to the world.
Creeping into the dreams and blooming out of the memories, an IMAGE wafts across when the eyelids close. Envisioning the past, the present and the future, bearing no dimensions, capturing the flora and fauna in a blink, projecting lively motif to those lifeless objects, IMAGES are the roots of endless imagination!
