I hate writing. Literature and I were never friends and I guess, never will be. Any thing related to writing /reading... Uff its like solving a math equation, underwater and that too of 1807 degrees. But I am sure after writing this blog, I would find one of the 1807 solutions.
See I went into maths.. I told you about my relation with literature... Anyways ...Not a single audience from 6.4 billion on earth. This pulled me to writing. I smile a lot, I laugh a lot. I crack jokes. You know I am mentally fit. Hell... What fit.. I am not fit, I get fits. When a coin is flipped, it changes the face. Same is the pace my thoughts are changing. Its as if 1807 coins are tossed simultaneously. The butterfly is fluttering real fast. I am not sure what I am pouring but it is something real raw, which is coming out. What is right? what is wrong? What is good? what is bad? Yes or No? True or False? Whats going to happen? what happened? Whos there? whos writing? Do I know you? Does anybody know you? Why are you writing this crap? Is it just to cover the trap? YOu are puzzled. You are Sudokued. Crossing Lanes. Burning flames. You are thinking a lot. You are thinking fast. But what are you thinking? Are you ready? Are you late?
HelloOO.. Are you wrting? I am listening? But initially I was writing. Was I? Or it were you from the beginning itself? Who am I? who are you? Am I you?
Confused???? same here. After all there are more then 2 sides to it.. somewhere around 1807.
See I went into maths.. I told you about my relation with literature... Anyways ...Not a single audience from 6.4 billion on earth. This pulled me to writing. I smile a lot, I laugh a lot. I crack jokes. You know I am mentally fit. Hell... What fit.. I am not fit, I get fits. When a coin is flipped, it changes the face. Same is the pace my thoughts are changing. Its as if 1807 coins are tossed simultaneously. The butterfly is fluttering real fast. I am not sure what I am pouring but it is something real raw, which is coming out. What is right? what is wrong? What is good? what is bad? Yes or No? True or False? Whats going to happen? what happened? Whos there? whos writing? Do I know you? Does anybody know you? Why are you writing this crap? Is it just to cover the trap? YOu are puzzled. You are Sudokued. Crossing Lanes. Burning flames. You are thinking a lot. You are thinking fast. But what are you thinking? Are you ready? Are you late?
HelloOO.. Are you wrting? I am listening? But initially I was writing. Was I? Or it were you from the beginning itself? Who am I? who are you? Am I you?
Confused???? same here. After all there are more then 2 sides to it.. somewhere around 1807.
