Writing has become a need now, the day we were bidding goodbye to my almost favorite professor on the earth..i was thinking and thinking a lot. As usual, i couldn't speak and i didn't speak. I wrote, no..not what i felt inside but a farewell message and see, i was okay by the end. I am so vulnerable without writing and there are chances i would die. If there is a place in between happiness and sadness, i am struck here and i don't need any help, its a path to my gumption. My writs are of no help to anyone, they are just me laying in words. I am no human.
*ende*
*ende*
