That moment when you face the question of talent and ability and all you can do is mumble with your lips. That has been my story for the major part of my life. Not like I can really exactly answer it to fulfilment but atleast I have a direction. the capability to jot an idea on a piece of writing has been the transformation of myself in the recent past. I can't really call it a talent bit worth for an ability. I wish I had realised this when I was as young as five, but wishes are never horses in the race course or camels in the desert to ride on. its never too late and its never over till its over.
Interests: reading, writting, socializing, and sharing ideas