millions of thoughts,may unacted;persistent observations and contemplations,may without a bang;extreme emotions and frustration,may let the arms taken up;and with all their solitude my mind and heart....half-baked
in search of some identity, a boy from a small town who likes to read and write.....with his ambitious eyes and an ever existing desire to do great work he fumbles, trembles but still he stands and walks steadily and sturdily , he is in quest of himself in a furnace of this world and yet half-baked