I see bad moon rising.

So I sat online about an hour back with the sole motive of updating with some hardcore fiction and produce something intellectually stimulating. But you see my head's run out of brain farts, I like collecting drafts on Blogger, Pinterest has taken over my sanity, and I'm highly drugged. All I've done all morning is indulged in food, Economics and sadistic pleasure at the phone beeping on low battery. (You should try it, if you haven't.)

Anyhoo, so I thought that after my academic rendezvous I'll have a lot to write about; secrets and lessons of life and the universe, a whole lot of romance, happiness, sadness even? Yeah well that just ended up as  a whole lot of bullocks because all I did end up doing was snicker at snide sarcasm online,  listen to Nappy Roots (and twist along,btw) and enjoyed feeling absolutely shallow and bored, devoid indulging in too much of cerebral thought process. 

:D

And that, dear World is just what I plan on doing for the next hour before mighty Education calls again =)

Some Pinterest lowe for you, Thursday People!

*HIC.

-Nil. 

The illiterate man.

Another one, while I was getting bored:)

enjoy!

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The illiterate man

He stood up from his desk,

after finishing the last report.

He sat in the cab,

reading his newspaper.

In silence,he gulped in

each and every word-

and left once he reached,

without reading the cab driver's smile which said "Good day".

His wife greeted him with a kiss,

which he shrugged and left.

His son ran and gave him a hug,

which he never returned.

The dog, stayed just where he was,

as he knew the man too well..

He knew the man possesed no knowledge,

to know what was love.

The illiterate man went back to his study,

and took out the fattest book on Law.

All this while, the wife stood by the door..

Waiting for just a smile.

As soon as dinner was over

he went to bed,

never so much as glancing at his wife,

who lay beside him, waiting.

Waiting, for him to read her love,

just now, just once..

This successful man,

oh what a pity!

was just an unlucky illiterate..

As he never learnt to read.

Read, those smiles of love,

those expressions of care,

those hugs of expectations..

He was an illiterate man,

who never learnt to really read and write life.

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