At ** years of age, it may seem a bit prudent of me to be writing about stuff I may be too young to understand, for when I look at younger people, most of them are immediately discounted off as being ‘too young’. What then is the right age to wake up to the surroundings and take your stance on it, sans any dents from all the external agents. In the end, it is pretty simple, you are as young as you want to be, or perhaps, you are as old as you want to be.But isn’t age but a number? It sure is, and it has only stuck because it’s really convenient as a standard.
An open letter to rain.
Just like so many other people in my life, you have no idea about your significance in my life. For you, I am just an other guy, but for me you are more than just that, you are more than just an occasional visitor, more than just, the once best friend who now, calls you only on your birthday.But you are not special because I love you, not because I hate you either, but instead because I can not decide my stance.