Work had been tiring.. Dizzy (as he had pseudonym-ed himself) sat at his table halfway through his work.. he sighed deeply... There was just so much happening.. yet so little.. he couldn't figure out a thing.. Yea, he could boast about being an engineer and all that... but sometimes.. life was just so difficult, so irksome!
Scratching his eyebrow and with a wrinkled forehead, he looked upwards. Not particularly at anything.. Not at the ceiling but towards it. He never thought of himself as much of a writer.. he wrote.. but mostly for himself.. just random penning down of thoughts. He looked at the scribble pad that lay next to the Monitor. The first sheet was filled with cartoons that he'd managed to scribble between work. He pulled out the paper leaf underneath and began to write...
10 minutes later, he sat back as he signed of "dizzy"... he'd managed almost a page, before he placed the pen carefully back in the pen stand and got up for an evening snack...
(Click on the image(to enlarge) to read what he wrote.. :D)
(Click on the image(to enlarge) to read what he wrote.. :D)
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P.S:
This "scribble" originally belongs to my friend Siddharth.
Thank you Sid for sharing this and letting me use it on my blog... I Pray things'll be fine soon :P
And btw.. you are a pretty good writer :D
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