Usually that doesn’t happen. I am pest for routine. And yesterday was like,very absent-mindedly i missed up on the religion. I wrote a blog officially but it got mixed up with the personal one,i write besides.
Today,first time,I thanked my stars that i was never a writer. They are forgetful or what i of late realised is that they miss out freaking ground realities in the sway of words.i mean i follow up on the everyday scroll so never have that luxury to edit,think and comprehend what i wrote or write,or would write.
i leave it raw in its solitude just however it wants to later reveal itself.
Now,why have i started all that?
Oh no my God!
i am/not a writer.
But,i am forgetting things.And feeling guilty.
But,I shall definitely read this.
Or remember to post this,one on-going writing?