Quick Bio : [ fiery whisper ]
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ASL:21/F/Bangladesh
Life Story:One Big Fantasy.
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Bio:
Much the same, or maybe wholly different. Was in Makkah, a year after I was born. Deserts, deserts, monstrous dark mountains, lots of cats. And I remember back in those days, I was afraid of nothing. It was more of a realisation, this fine day coming back from my school - will go to that - standing beside our grey car and thinking that nothing frightens me to the point that logic stops. Yeah. And i was in this informal school for a year, up in the mountains. Went by a bus which could, truly speaking, fly, so steep was the mountain. Formal schooling began in class three and then life became normal. Back to Dhaka and everything else. Had this favourite tree that was cut down to make way for an apartment. Am fond of several things, my books for one thing, my CD's, my room, mostly inanimate for some reason. Have my share of favourite people too, who as I see in my head, live on my island. Maybe they coexist in several worlds, which I think is possibly true. Would like to go to Egypt, Greece, basically to all historical locations. Wanted to be an archaelogist once, a writer at another, a musician at yet another, a rock climber in the end. Also wished to be a tourist guide, still do. But am working for economics. Strange. Life, you see, everything with its own plans. Big dreamer, I think, I daydream half the time. Don't really know at this point what I wish to be, or who I am. Don't much care either. Would like to have my share of extreme sports. Oh oh, am The Saint of Chocolate, the one title my friends bestowed that I'm in love with. :):) That's about it, I think, or about as much as I see fit to put here.
Why I Write:
Because the words bug me in the head otherwise. In fact I quite believe they are alive. It is a torment to not allow them a screen or a paper.
Staring into space. Laughing. Making communication through words, written and spoken. Listening to the ghosts - music. Wondering, wishing. Reading everything and nothing. Eating. Sleeping. Surviving.
General Personality/What makes you unique?:
Difficult. I could say this but then, why miss that? And besides, it's a set of contradictions really. I can't nail what I am, never have been able to. Cannot generalise because then I'd be in the middle, when in fact I exist in two opposing poles. And, yeah, I talk rubbish almost all the time. So there. Ended.