White full shirt, with a pair of blue jeans, brown punk hair, stud in left ear, and glares shining brightly and reflecting back what is to be seen by him, was that guy
“I don’t know what to write” is a poem based on the current state of my mind, which is highly under the influence of Mechanical Engineering terms
Those loving days of our early ages, and the open books with curly pages,We miss our each n every class,whether nursery or tenth..(the last)..
I never knew, how I got the fondness towards writing. But I remember, during my school, teachers always appreciated me for my essays