When it rains in winter, it freezes my feet, to enjoy the moment close to the window, and gives a strong compulsion to write, no one can get out of it. The pen starts to write and the ideas run across the blank page and compete with more unknown sentences as well as rhymes!
WE FIGHT WE ARGUE WE REASON WE BICKER WE EVEN MAKE EACH OTHER MISERABLE... BUT BEFORE THE DAY ENDS.. WE TALK, WE CLEAR IT ALL OUT AND WE STAY TOGETHER... NOW THAT... THAT'S MATURITY...
Life is that novel, which we want to read all that part, that's make us Meritious and happiest ever, but what about another pages? They have also their own way, but in unique style, this new year quite anxious about those pages! I think you have too!