I Write..

I’m thinking about:
I have work tomorrow. Again. That means 5 hours of sleep less in the morning. Plus I’ll put on weight because I eat like a pig in the break just cos I’m bored.
What happened to that particular murder case.
I am also thinking otherwise about Why it is so tough for us to just be and let be.
And I’m also wondering whats for dinner.

I want to:
Be free to do everything that my heart tells me to do.
Go to Rome, Paris and Egypt.
Spend a few months at some hill station. Enjoy the peace and quiet.
Avoid certain changes in life, in the future.
Not be a lazy bum and go to the gym.


I wish:
I was clear in my thinking and knew myself better.
I could spend another day in school just like old times.


I hear:
The waves between my ears every time there is absolute silence outside.
The ticking of this tiny little clock.


I wonder:
If there is a person in the world who is absolutely contented with their life.
For how long I will be missed when I am gone forever.


I regret:
Not leaving for India earlier than I am.


I am:
A sentimental fool.
An incorrigible optimist.


I dance:
Because it gives me a kick.
At random times.
When I am alone.


I sing:
When I drive.
When I am happy.
When I’m bored, I just hum.
Theres no specific time.

I cry:
Easily. Atleast I used to.
And quite unexpectedly.
And quite unreasonably.


I’m not always:
Guided by my head.
Easy to understand.


I make with my hands:
Mostly a lot of mess.


I write:
My blog.
Mails.
I used to write Diary entries.


I confuse:
Can never remember the gender of nouns. Specially in hindi.


I need:
To love, to have friends, music, books.
To go shopping and eat out.
Enough money for the last two.


And finally:
This is a tough exercise if you want to be honest and precise.
I am not sure if anyone else is interested in these details about me but I could think of nothing better to do, and so here they are.