Totally random.

I am beginning to feel guilty for not posting here frequently even after claiming satisfaction at owning a page on the World Wide Web.My life is uneventful.Besides nobody reads my blogs naturally because I never read theirs, because I am hardly ever online from my dysfunctional PC and my humble mobile is ill-equipped for blogging.I am not a part of any literary circle which I am sure does help people to write because one is always curious about the comments on the literary exegesis or even random write-ups.Also,none of my friends,I gather,blog anymore.So I am pretty forlorn on the web sphere.But then again it's a relief that nobody reads me because attention makes me feel fuzzy.It truly does.

Since nobody reads me I can't resist the temptation of divulging sundry details of my uneventful life.

Presently my only discernible activity is sitting.And reading occasionally.That does not make me hopeful about my future since I have an exam in few days.However,I must admit that I am having the time of my life.Besides hobbling around at home I also cook sometimes because I enjoy cooking.I associate cooking with strength because it takes a lot of courage to cook with considerable amount of uncertainty.I never follow instructions and I follow my instincts while adding spices etc.My study room was no less than a pandemonium at hell until recently but I felt accomplished after cleaning it notwithstanding the backache left in its wake.I don't have pets and I never get bored because every now and then I invent new ways to amuse myself.I can sit staring vacantly at the window sill or sniff the curious tang in the summer wind that blows mysteriously without whisking off leaves or small buds.Its a sad excuse for a wind.I see children whimpering and trailing after their mothers while returning from schools in the afternoon and an occasional baby wobbling its head and drooling in the mother's lap.I enjoy watching kids,more precisely babies.The way they wobble their heads and clasp the free end of their mothers' sarees in small fists amuses me.My boyfriend says I am senile and lazy and that unlike others my age I am not 'active' or sociable.However he refuses to see I partake in these little day-to-day activities with great joy and I am pretty stoked at the end of the day.I enjoyed writing this.

That's my desk with the book I am currently reading and my desktop on it.
Yeah right I am jobless. :/