Ho gaya….

I am thinking about...home and mom
I said.....'hmmmm...'
I want to....be successful
I wish....sometimes
I hear....voices and songs in my head, in no particular order
I wonder....why I get bored so easily
I regret....times when I lost my temper
I am....in control
I dance...only in baraats
I sing....all the time
I cry....sometimes
I am not always....boring
I make with my hands....all sorts of cricketing gestures
I write....sometimes
I confuse....my boss by giving him 100s of ideas
I need....good sleep and peace