Words elude me like it has for the past few months. This elusion has haunted me, albeit in my subconscious, it has tricked me and bafooned me.

When I wake up early in the morning, I am infected by that wondrous fresness that is there everywhere around me. In the covers of my bed, in palm of my hand and even(surprise surprise!) in my mind. I could jump then if I wanted to. I could shout hoarse at the sky and the world wouldn't mind because I wouldn't mind.

Recently, music has occupied a large part of my life. If you asked me, an explicit explanation would fail me, I would even have to admit that it isn't that I've been suddenly invigorated with divine realisations about music. It's just been there. I haven't sought for an explanation.

And so has Ratul. It is my good luck that the boy won't ever be reading this(yes, even if one of you go and tip him off, for he really hasn't the patience, as he'll be quick to remind you). I will refrain from commenting on my opinions on him, but he has blended into the bleak canvass of my existence and I didn't even see him coming.

And i will also refrain from the rest, for then I will inevitably start to blabber. A nothing post. Good day.