As I am sitting here thinking of ways to kill my time (why mine, time can be of anyone), blogging seems to be a good idea.The fingers are desperate to type something. All the hormones which arouse that special creative feeling in you are being pumped at highest levels in my blood, the mood is set for something special, lights are switched off, its almost dawn, slight late night blues are still there but the brain is not responding. Words are being lost somewhere in my body between the brain and the assembling point where they are actually recognized as word. Sometimes it seems that there is a leak in the nervous system where these words leak out of the system. Grammar, if name of a person, will be ashamed of being mentioned here. But still that good feel of blogging persists and I am writing. Searching for inspirations in a dark room is not such a good proposition afterall since all the thoughts start from you and end on you. At times I am being accused of not taking things seriously but at this time of the day I always take things seriously. Only problem is that there are only a few issues in my life which can be addressed at this time of the day. I am sure if I will ever propose to anybody in my life then it will be at this time. Speaking of seriousness, one thing I am very serious about is shoes. If you ever want to have a serious conversation on shoes, you can come to me any time of the day. Even if only joke left on the earth is on shoes, i will never laugh on it. Shoes are serious commodities and one should never take them lightly.
So I have done it again. It looks like I have completed another complete nonsense post.
So I have done it again. It looks like I have completed another complete nonsense post.