Smita Ohri

Dr. Ohri was fantastic and I would highly recommend her to anyone the only issue for me is that it was tough to get an appointment on short notice. There is a strange, black, snakelike delineation encompassing the entire scene. The frightening, yet minimalist accent starts at the bottom of the image, near the left, and proceeds right, only to suddenly and unexpectedly gyrate approximately 90 degrees to the left, and proceed along its indomitable path of darkness. Just when it seems the abstract creature will continue careening upwards for all time, it’s path is once again inexplicably shifted, and without a moment’s warning, everything to the left of the linear monstrosity is suddenly at the mercy of the entity and its inhuman, emotionless rage. The being surges onward until the path of destruction that results is more vast than anything it, or anything else, has ever created. The extent of its desolation is complete, and everywhere the reckoning force has surged through has become Stygian to a degree of totality. The destroying angel cascades sinistrally until, it seems, there soon will be naught to the left it can obliterate, when, as its abstruse ritualistic behavior has twice dictated, the entity shifts its gaze perpendicularly downwards, and recommences its merciless decimation of all luster. Those that discern the behest of the sable deity pensively accept their quietus as they become cognizant of the forlorn hope of eluding unmitigated and eternal atomization, and without fluctuation, the austere entity delivers on their suppositions. The tenebrous deity conclusively codas its pilgrimage of annihilation at the site of its conception, and at long last its odyssey of eternal atonement is finalized. The tetragon that results encompasses all that exists, its reign never to be forgotten until the end of time. There is a strange, black, snakelike delineation encompassing the entire scene. The frightening, yet minimalist accent starts at the bottom of the image, near the left, and proceeds right, only to suddenly and unexpectedly gyrate approximately 90 degrees to the left, and proceed along its indomitable path of darkness. Just when it seems the abstract creature will continue careening upwards for all time, it’s path is once again inexplicably shifted, and without a moment’s warning, everything to the left of the linear monstrosity is suddenly at the mercy of the entity and its inhuman, emotionless rage. The being surges onward until the path of destruction that results is more vast than anything it, or anything else, has ever created. The extent of its desolation is complete, and everywhere the reckoning force has surged through has become Stygian to a degree of totality. The destroying angel cascades sinistrally until, it seems, there soon will be naught to the left it can obliterate, when, as its abstruse ritualistic behavior has twice dictated, the entity shifts its gaze perpendicularly downwards, and recommences its merciless decimation of all luster. Those that discern the behest of the sable deity pensively accept their quietus as they become cognizant of the forlorn hope of eluding unmitigated and eternal atomization, and without fluctuation, the austere entity delivers on their suppositions. The tenebrous deity conclusively codas its pilgrimage of annihilation at the site of its conception, and at long last its odyssey of eternal atonement is finalized. The tetragon that results encompasses all that exists, its reign never to be forgotten until the end of time.