Everything in life can't be perfect, there are poems that don't rhyme, there are stories that don't have an elated ending, my-life is a testimony to this attribute of Life. My friends have a deceiving notion about me being intelligent; yes I am, but only true to be written on greeting cards and gift wrappers. I have an impulsive attitude towards my likes and dislikes which has taken me through some unsought successes, failures and disputes. At times, I might sound pessimistic because for me the product of optimism and success has always been a constant.
List of desires never come with a full-stop; often, it renders disquietude. It's always a better option to rip off the pages that you don't like instead of trying to overwrite or rectify them. I have learnt to live and confront the realities of life whether they suite me or sue me; they might kick me, punch me, sometimes even stab me from back, but they can't knock me down. With my family, friends, and pseudo-intelligence at my disposal, I am living a life with the tiff between my own realities and subjective perception; I hope the latter to win someday.