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Ok, it seems fine now, Lets roll it!)
Ladies and Gentlemen, Boys and Girls, I wish to present to you (chest fully
Aw cut it out, this is too corny.
Hi, I'm Mohan, and I'm splashing right into the Blogosphere! I had wanted to begin this first post of mine on the lines of :
It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents, except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which swept up the hostel corridors (for it is in Tapti Hostel that our scene lies), rattling along the rickety clotheslines, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of the lamps that struggled against the darkness.
and hope of participating in this, but then sort of realized I didn't quite have the time to compete with greats who wrote such pristine prose as :
As he stared at her ample bosom, he daydreamed of the dual Stromberg carburetors in his vintage Triumph Spitfire, highly functional yet pleasingly formed, perched prominently on top of the intake manifold, aching for experienced hands, the small knurled caps of the oil dampeners begging to be inspected and adjusted as described in chapter seven of the shop manual.
Man, this world is full to brim with talent of all kinds ! Anyways, Thanks for coming , and please do keep dropping by!