Now where do I start, I sit here and it feels like things in my life that happened was a dream. Like this wash over of memories, a storytale, but then everyone`s got a story. Some are sad and are to unbearable to hear with out breaking out into sobs. Others amaze you and you wonder how they managed to pull it off. Everyone experiences the same feelings but in a totally different way. Every touch, smell..... its their own thoughts to tell. These are mine.
Random Thoughts: About me...
I am what then call a burger here in karachi. I moved here about 3 and half yrs ago.
And about to graduate, as a graphic designer. A profession unexpected... no complains.
i was always a writter at heart, poems first....but i never thought my words were never good
enough, maybe not smart enough. So stopped writting, until i came to chowk.
It was so amazing and freeing to read about others. So i found my courage to contribute what
ever i had. And i did... and it has leaft me with this feeling...my mother says its like love
no one will ever know what it means except you.
she was right... it was like love.
I have always been a terriable speller, and my vocab sucks.. but i wont stop now.
i have found my freedom, and i think thats better then anything.
i am a dreamer.....and the best part is to able to share it.
Favorite Reading: wasted - marya hornbacker, The witch of blckbbird pond
Favorite Writers: I dont have one... its more the content

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