The Same Morning

What the fuck does a writer think,imagine to write a book.This thought struck me,while i read Harry Potter n Chambers of Secrets, this morning which was much better than the other mornings of the vacations i spent till now.

Must not wonder how.

The reason is as simple as that the morning was different than the others.I was grasped by a little fever and some cold.Though i havent recovered fully but I can still manage to put up this entry.

And I was also happy with the fact that I didnt chat the previous day.

I always long for newer things.....to that extent that I chose Biotech Dept at IITd despite my ranking worth Chemical or MCA.