Hello I'm Souvik. You can call me Guddu, well I know it's awkward when someone calls me but that what my mom call me by. I'm like one of the college going boy you cross on the street everyday. I'm almost there; finding out what my purpose in life is, meanwhile struggling with the everyday 'conflicts-with-self'. When I read a book, I absorb its tiny phrases and long sentences into my veins as if it were my source of existence. Everything I write is an array of thoughts in my head. I'm a huge mess of moments. I'm one secret you should never want to know. Don't try to figure out my state of mind by what you read from my bio. I write this for me. I write this for you. My joy is like the sound of water dripping from a tap at the wash basin and my sadness is a short and painful thought's written as the day to day struggling with life. If I ever die, I'd like to come back to you as your morning cup of coffee; just as necessary, just as strong.