From my window today, I saw a swarm of dragonflies. Calling them a swarm seems a bit cruel because I've always found a peculiar kind of beauty in dragonflies. They're the gawky adolescent girls of the insect kingdom. And naturally, because my mind follows a train of thought that is coherent yet not entirely sensible, I started to think about dragons. A half-an-hour later, after concluding that dragons don't have a place in the story I'm writing at the present, I glanced at a few pictures of Saphira on DeviantArt, mourned over the masterpiece that the Eragon movies could have been but weren't, and went back to studying.
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.
My first post. There isn't much to share. I spend most of my time studying. Writing in my free time. Unspectacular, I do realize. This blog will contain some ideas of what I'm planning, short stories maybe that haven't been accepted. I'll see.
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