Psychiatry Resident/The Madcap/Tatter/Beatles fan/God lover/Clear thinker/Romantic/ Photographer
Next year, I’ll be turning thirty. That time of my life, where energy of the youth which would slowly fade away…
If I slowly remove the labels which define me, what am I left with?
All my little plans and schemes,
Lost like some forgotten dreams,
Seems that all I really was doing
Was waiting for you.