For want of a large space,
to express myself,
i choose to blog my case,
to make it my shelf.
i write mostly mails,
of people, letters and fishy tales,
but people find it tedious,
reading long mails from someone studious.
thus i select this way,
people may read it or go away,
there is no force,
nor compulsion to read this course.
About Me
- I.Q.bal
- i thot i was a happy go lucky sort of a person, it made me feel cool earlier, but now i realise thats not so, i find myself sensitive, lost, confused, like a torn cloth. sumtimes i wish i cud fly, be out there in the cool breeze and clouds ala superman, i think i am an emotional person, i wud cry like a baby watching a sad movie, but maintain a straight face when somebody dies without shedding a single tear....as i said, i am a shredded cloth, waiting for pattches in life to stitch me up.