FANTASY WHILE REALITY
Mama, believe me, it ain't my fault. It is them again. I'm not the one who invites them. They get hold of me and never leave! I try every day, but all I could do is nothing to get rid of em. Trust me, I start with an intention to sip up the whole syllabus at one go. The first half an hour is of less trouble, but then all at once, I turn into Pablo Picasso the moment my eyes get hold of the pictures after the blessed time. His genes pop up in my blood out of the blue, WOAH- you hafta see the way my fingers dance. I can turn Harry into Louis and then Louis to Zayn!!! That's marvelous, right?! I don't know if it's something to be proud of, but I have drawn better pictures in my history book than in my art note. When all is said and done, I take a whale of time to appreciate myself for my dedication and hard work that I've shown towards my masterpiece. It doesn't end until I brag ‘bout it to my friends the next day. Well, nothing is done on purpose as it just ha...