What Do I Write?

Nothing much interesting happens around me. And I don't see the point in writing about the rote routine of daily life, when there is really nothing much to report. I've started trying to learn Spanish, and the language is beautiful. It's sort of like my mother tongue in a way. Each letter that is written is said in a vibrant, colorful way. I've tried learning French in the past, and while there is an air of cosmopolitan elegance of the language, it's full of words with redundant letters. Water is spelled 'eau', which is the same as the letter 'o'. Such a convoluted route for just one syllable. 

Back to the point, I am learning Spanish. It might never serve any purpose in my life, but I'll at least be able to understand Enrique Iglesias. 

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