Mad. Madder. Maddest. Eh yes! My giggles, aren't they too surreal? I laugh at a stretch, that ramming a hanky into my mouth too doesn't stop me from making such weird noises; but then with no prior hint, I stop laughing. Sigh. That's why I bite my lips or gnaw my nails when in a crowd. Veiling my face behind a giant would be better. I ramble pretty damn quick. My cronies too avoid wandering with me; if they do it always trails a note (asking me to walk slowly, huh). That's why I prefer staying back at home. Else, I would love to explore my city all alone. Again I end up being in first square; I can't laugh alone no? For my laughters are tantamount to the sounds made my rusted hinges. Voyez, I'll keep boggling at it. ___ Well, something happened to me. Like always. ;-P
