I love myself but literature more. I struggled a lot to learn english, to, actually, use it in a corret order. Its the rythm along which I breathe with. I dont care if others talked me down, or other thinks that I am dumb in English. No I dont give a damn, instead I will be happy to be that. But I dont want anybody to be better than me in writing. I cant accept that : no way. I dont care if I challenged Shakespare with these words. He might have his own sort of writing, but I have mine : yes my own way, my own style with which I express myself. Because of literature I discover myself; under the shed of darkness. It is English literature that helps me to survive in a better way, in a better mood and under a better sun.
No offenses with Nepali literature, but I dont seem to control it as with the English.
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AP English BooksIts in me, the english literature, breathing, and teasing my nerves as the neurons stilmulates with different mental, physical and psychological state of my mind. I dont care if I am in the tail of other fields, i dont care if I am look down upon or underestimated in these fields, but however, in the field I am interested in, I cant hold back, I want to be the best and unfortunately english literature happens to be the one, coz I cant tolerate others being better in anyway in this world of literature.
Let tell you a story or two about how I struggled to get my english. I never got chance at school neither did I get chance to express in college. Teachers of my school were screwed up, they know what they should teach...