ORY-GAMY: as spelled as origami…

It was real too late to draw up a plan to hover anywhere coz I made it early to submit my p/p to the immigration office. Now I am left with the only choice to travel in my dreams which is not as frequent as my sleep. I just can’t get to think of my insomniac nights. It really sounds queer for this sleeping log but as I said before I can decipher the code to this illness. Contradictory, I can sleep really late in the day time. That explains my nocturnal days which, not surprisingly reminds me of my Bangalore days: Times that I have cherished the most and I still live my moment in those sweet memories.  I don’t want me to be nostalgic to stop letting myself live this moments. So to inhale the life outside, I went out for a cute origami class. It was fun, educative and above all, brought back all my childhood memoirs; A carefree life, wildly in love with my innocence and doing everything that I was told not to.

Anyways, origami was all about being a child again but with reason and laughs at the small queer things you crave out! Hmmm it shows my creativity… have a look!!!!!!!!!!!