If you ask me to nudge whole nine yards of chores someday, I shall walk through boulevards of alphabets before summing up how to fill empty vessels or cut through the blunt edge of knife.
For to walk on a lane we must know in which shoe our feet are placed, to rain our tongues which clouds should be hold on, for perceptions are born from the womb of words and when perception fail to sail, tides of actions must not raise.
Actions may step in from the corridor of Newton's third law of motion, whereas the home belongs to motility of words, where attachments are flaunt- ed by chains, chains hooked up by thoughts and etiquettes.
Thoughts arrive first to shores before waves make an effort to sail, even though ripples create louder sound but without the blow of rhythmic air it shall collapse and faint. ~Purva