litteratti

words sometimes weave magic.. don't know howmany have this feeling of frustration once they don't dapple in words... me of course have this frenzying up of feelings, this surging of rage unless and until I don't put my eyes on the paper..here in this malabar, especially being at a place like mokeri, which may sometimes put even the cave dwellers of the bygone era to shame, I, in the middle of the night grope for words..my only consolation..my life giving elixir...words..words are all I have to take your heart away..plagiarising has always been my hobby...thoug it's a kind of worshipping of words...you know being an atheist I have no centre to hold on to...nothing to give my life a meaning except of course for words that too in english..