Chronicles of an Extraordinary Fool

Something I have learned long back is that LOVE is the only son of a dog (coz I'm feminist), that can drive me to write about something. Rest all I am capable of keeping in. You got that right, yes, it is that time again when I am feeling infatuation, a beautiful someone is seemingly more beautiful than the rest of them. I met her not at some party, bar, club, or disco (i don't go to any of those....... maybe once in a while), no, I met her at a college. Sometimes it's downright funny as to the chain of unforeseen events lead to such happy yet painful accidents. We started a conversation very prior to the scheduled time of discussion and by the end of the day which we both were crawling through (although in different teams), we were friends enough to exchange contacts and all (coz well, let's face it I'm charming, love). Now since that chance meeting, we have met each other a couple of times and I like the time I spend with her and on top of that she is funny

Been away from this vice for long now, I thought I was saving up my words, my thoughts but, they were rather getting lost. So, I'm not this "serial writer" who just has an urge to write out of something that has stuck my mind ANYMORE, I am more of a keep to myself these days and the job surely just keeps me busy. I was just celebrating my Saturday staying in bed (coz that's the extent of my celebrations #sadmuch), I thought of writing some shayri (poetry) but nothing came to my mind. I thought to myself perhaps this is because I have been keeping things in for so long, so, I decided to let it out but, the everlasting dilemma still struck, what to write when you have nothing to say, do you struggle with it often, what gives you this clarity in thought if it never happens to you. This entire thing was brought upon by this friend of mine, who sent me a piece of her shayri (poetry), and I did not have an answer for it, I thought hard and nothing, so I decided if not th