I am serene tday, calm for not being so good, but of course the under water current within me has stirred. Questions, ample of questions for what mad me write this are now going to hover me.... of course as a repetitive chain reaction, I would not answer and hang up to my old self. How times have changed! How the meek me became the mighty me! I adore myself for this. Perhaps, no over ruling the circumstantial instances that catalyzed my well being to a more agressive me... catalyzed the reformation. Enough of talking about me! I still love that! i WOULD LIKE TO SIT SOME DAY AND FINISH A NOVEL... NOT A NOVEL IDEA BUT THE NOVELTY IN THE FACT REMAINS THAT i STILL THINK NOVEL!!!... I know its an alliteration by me. Just a sprinkle of thoughts blended with words that you need not hear ever, is it what is contemporary writing? Nope... I dont guess so. Writing per se is the most lucid form of art which though does not include all your five senses, but yes, puts you through an internal scan to memorise what has been through your mind. As I type in the words today, I guess there have been zillions of thoughts that have been ideating either in nano forms or those who have manipulated the real me, dwell in this little brain within the so called skull of mine. The prime thought that bothers me is why was I born. Of course I know the biological reasone ;), more so I try to rationalize the purpose of my existence! Of course I owe this to my aquarian dominance....but still. The more significant thoughts swipe off and what I am left with is these so called good for nothing thoughts!
Id write as soon as I get the time...
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