An empty canvas looks at me and I look at it for days and days. We smile and again look at each other. Then a lightening strikes and makes me scream. Canvas is still smiling because now it has got some new colours and I am burnt skin to skull, its foremost competitor.

I love sleeping, hate waking up late. I love people, hate their fakeness. I love sensitivities, hate crying.

Proud that I Save Water. Proud that I Don't throw Garbage here and there.

I LIKE MYSELF.