The valiant voice of a valetudinarian finally rises vehemently in vapid speech pondering beyond the veil killng off vestige of potential passion woken from delirium by the vociferous clan, his visage contorted in anguish.Having no viable verdict in an attempt to vivify all in experience that engage his heart and intellects and after many vicissitudes of fortune sunk into abject and hopeless problems in veritable terms.
Finding no answer and having changed position to the veranda still having not got any viable response wrung hands and erased the eerie trying to vividly remember about the voluptuary virtuoso who had been so virtuous was bit by a virulent creature wincing in pain for sometime before venialling the creature. Trying to veer my thoughts I thought about him,a vegan by nature vermilion smeared on his forehead ,highly voluble and veracious who loved velvetten ,a vexillology hobbist,a humble vaudevillian veteran vowing to vanquish vice,never vacillates and hardly vacuous,versatile genius in modest terms , as a vox populi who despised vendetta politics was given a valedictory status as a person at his chivalrous best on whom all had deep veneration for he provided new vista's but has many a time been vulnerable to vicissitudes of fate.The degree of verisimilitude in the work was consistent and worth appreciating.Often seated in his verdant lawns, a voracious reader being victrious in life vouched for truth and never vented his woes.The cubicle now in the office lies vacant vanishing the thoughts of a person vis-à-vis me who loved vichyssoise and Vichy water.The verbiage veering verbosity who was on the verge of losing life never a visitation of vexation does not lie vetti on his couch at his villa but caught up with a vede mecum to provide explanation for some strange turn of thoughts.Voila,the very thought of him getting better makes me happy who called me verve vaishnavi.
P.S.:Just made an attempt to write this complicated stuff.Nosegays and brickbats are welcomed.vhevvvvvv!!!