Who am I?
This is a very important question that I have always contemplated of. Oscar Wilde says that only a shallow person can know everything about himself. And the only important thing I know about myself is that I am not shallow. There is a litterateur of memories in me and the curiosity of a new born. I see myself as a constant seeker of knowledge and it comes to me through my surroundings, books and experiences.
It was a night that I still remember,
I couldn’t get on the bed,
It was midnight, moonless, foggy, cozy “night”
And my eyes had everything, but no slumber
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