ME, Myself

I am writing about myself, some may think - I am writing my autobiography, it is not true, not even close. Everyday I woke up in the morning with lots of words in my head, with lots of reaction or responses. Sometimes I want to shout but couldn't. because it may hurt someone - someone close to me. words keep ringing in my head. so i thought may be writing it down may help. It can be called the INNER WORLD of me.

I always wanted to write, sometimes thought I should write a journal, but that seems boring to me, because my days are so ordinary, there is nothing to write about or things will be get repeated by oneway or another. But now a thought struck me - may be I don't possess the observation needed to enjoy life. I always tell to myself that the most beautiful thing to observe in life is humanbeing. I don't get bored when I watch people or it can be said that I watch people or try to watch. but it didn't help. I don't have the observation power required to write something about the people surrounding me. I only indicates that I am a lousy observer. may be someday I will be a good one.

I had started to write letters, love letters to someone, though I don't have anyone special. I wrote them and they were read by Tuli, one of my friends. and it feels great when she responded. but I couldn't continue like everything else.