An unheard singer, an unread writer, a dancer without moves, a musician without melodies. Thats what I m .A real weirdo. I am lazy enough to pick up the pen and put it in writing. Lazy enough to strike the cords. Shy enough to tap my toes to the music. Dumb enough to mute the gush of melodies from within. What am I? Only if I knew,it would have been better.But then I was afraid enough to discover the truth.Here in the mid of night,as everyone except the nocturnal ones are high on sleep, as the silence is spreading all over the land, the wind’s blowing south, and the fan blades going square one every damn second, I gaze on the screen as if it were for real, thinking about the events I could jot down,just to be on purpose while sitting idle.
Eureka moment…ahem…I will write blogs.Nice,fine,thought venting blogs.Now lets get to work..
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