The hunger.

The hunger is growing.As the time is slipping ,it is growing on me. To read, to write, to let it all out.It is making me go insane.All I want to do is read and write.

I hope I could subdue it as in few months may be I won’t be able to write as freely as I do now. I will be be burdened by the large chunk of syllabus.

I wish could just run away to place where I am only asked to read and write and express everything that is buried deep down.