Today’s the day when I really thought that I should return back to the original self. The original rambling self, the one who is not used of so much poems. I like the stupid yellow one. Rather than the all that perfectionist red one. I do like the orange confident me. But the green one’s the most different, he is a little scared of others but still he is a socialist. The blue me? I don’t want to talk about it, he’s a depressing guy. Can’t help tolerating his depressing attitude, but still he is tougher than all of us.
You might be thinking ‘what?’. Actually I woke up to see some wonderful colours, all over my face. All messed up. But still I got my mind jumping all around, after a long break I had. So I thought to write something about ‘Holi : festival of colours’, you might actually know if you are or you aren’t an Indian (quite famous). It was really important since I kept typing those old poems, and it was really fun (on the outside) but since I am not that deep into it I felt a little bored after reading some of them. Thank someone! That I got myself an idea today that I would be working on in this week. Since I started it with colours, I will let you know more about them 😃 😃😃.
Keep thinking!(about anything)