I wrote The Green Eye of the Little Yellow God in five hours, but I had it all planned out. It isn't poetry and it does not pretend to be, but it does what it sets out to do.

Everybody sets out to do something, and everybody does something, but no one does what he sets out to do.

His Eye Is on the Sparrow.

Now I'm one point, yellow, green does it matter one from all, I''m like all, but If I do something like to go to jail for hacking, I will be part of the red once, and again and again, but question is how to be different?? How to be out of these groups??

Then India, everyone has his own idea of India.

It is no use describing a house; the reader will fix the scene in some spot he knows himself.