I don’t know how to define myself, except for the dreading fact that I am a horrendous cook (if you could even call me that). My food is either comprised of too much salt or lack of, sometimes it’s burnt, maybe even raw, and there were a few times, when even I could not swallow my own creations to salvage them because they were downright awful. Other than that, I also relish the sound of the rain, have an odd fascination with purple, am impatient to the extent where I would not do something (no matter how much I liked it) if it took too much time, and am not funny or humourful (but I like to think I am sometimes when it is vital).