may be

today i have nothing to write about. i thought a lot about this. i usually come up with some submerged feeling of mine, spice it up a little, add incidents from my past and make it seem true.but today i have nothing to write about.though in the past couple of weeks i have thought a lot about a lot of things which include cricket, relationships, fears, racism, take overs, pink floyd etc etc.most of my writings have one or the other dates associated with them but today i don't have anything to write because i don't remember anything.

i am 23 now which is odd and prime and i feel no different.after all this you might ask me why do i continue writing i would say i don't know but i continue writing.

i just saw a small ant moving on my white floors. it looked in all possible directions for a move ahead. it found nothing. only infinite space around it. i don't know what it was thinking then, may be it was in a state of fear.i killed it. its just a small tiny ant which we keep killing. but you can call me what you want to.

i was never like this before. i never will be like this after i finish writing this piece of nonsense.i have changed for sure.i have been reading a lot in the recent past which is making me think a lot.this is weird. let me finish here.
i am feeling really really weird.

bye