This writer has many words and thoughts running in her mind. That’s why she is always scribbling or blabbering something. So what can we ask from her today???

Ask and It Shall Be Given..Really? Maybe..

As she stands near her window looking outside, kids running under her block reminds of her childhood days, when a group of friends gather under the void deck for a chat reminds of her school days. She believes every moment has a memory to look at.

Ever since she knew the knowledge of life, she has been going through the path of thorns. As day by day, everything remains the same, something is different.

Everyone seems to know her surface, no one seems to know the deepness. Stranded alone eyes weld up with tears looking for someone to held it, but she seems to forget she can wipe it off and carry on with life. All her dreams have become a nightmare. All her wishes has been washed away like left over dishes.

Even her fake smile is fading away.

The Writer Is In Her Own World.

Note: Random pics taken from the start of 2008 is posted below.

Labels: World of Her Own