Intellectual Monk
My blogs
| Industry | Education |
|---|---|
| Occupation | Freelance Writing |
| Location | Calcutta, India |
| Introduction | All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost. From the ashes a fire shall be woken, A light from the shadows shall spring; Renewed shall be blade that was broken, The crownless again shall be king. |
You're wearing a sweater that stretches down to your feet. What color belt do you put on?
as white as an owl