Well , I had decided that this is the end of this magnificent blog when i wrote the last page from my dustbin but as the time passes I realize how important it is for me to write , yes I am not a glamorous writer nor a awesome critic but do you really need to be good at what you like ?
Do we need to be Schumacher to enjoy a ride or be Tendulkar to play cricket?
I suppose not and hence I am here writing although I know a few take pain to go through this rubble of words and sentences! Now about the dustbin ,of course I lost it , but I have other things which are more central to my thinking and more vital for my survival and far more significant than a debris of broken desires covered in thick gray soot of grief. And another thing that took me some time to realize that I am a 19 year old and I shouldn’t run for my mom for every nick and prick, something which embarrasses me but tempts me at the same time.
So I start the third to be glorious year of my life with certain resolutions :
1. no sulking in acads
2.no more stupid self-indulgent acts
3. no more dustbins , (only gorgeous coffee cans ;))
and for relieving the kind readers from the monotonous “no “ ,
4. an attempt to preserve my health (yes, it is in “that “ bad condition)
