Delusion Galore
From the Blog pakteahouse *Azhar Ali* Atmosphere around him was laden with heaviness due to his morbid mien. Contemplating a lively note was not only impossible, it was blasphemous. All the subordinates instantly switched to sepulchral slant as soon as they found themselves in his company. There was something eerie in the air you shared breathing with him. He smiled very rarely. If at all he did, it was blisteringly tinged with irony. No one ever saw him laughing. Nothing moved, even in the civil sphere without his tacit approval, and a substantial number of notables were always at hand to pay homage to his 'benign' lording over the sparsely populated large tract of mountainous terrain, yet the ephemeral distraction did little to alleviate his exasperation and constant sense of being scrutinised. Trapppakistanblogs.blogspot.comRead Full Post
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