Ever wondered why anyone would want to be a writer?

Why wouldn't you rather become a doctor, a farmer or a fashionista and profusely give away a potential part of yourself in the escalation of the ever-evolving society! Why not just go for money and fame? Why not just start dancing on the dais rather than pulling the curtains behind? Why would anyone want to be a writer, indeed!

Know why? Simply because you don't have a choice. Because your thoughts are in a dire need to be spilled out. Because your voice is craving to reach out. Because there is always a story rattling around in your head. Because you want to seize unpredictability in every jot of ink. Because it's a euphoria that increases your heartbeat and gives you goosebumps. Because you own your own universe and you are the creator of magnificent tales, those that plummet right into the hearts of gazillions. Because although you wish you had been built differently, you quite like to go on this arduous marathon every day.

And for me, eventually, it's all about making my little piece of paper drench with tears, reflect faces flutter with happiness, sense the frowns of a thrilling mystery, feel hearts scream in pretty colors and know that no matter how little, I can persuade and influence people to do their bit.

Alas, why would you lose on encapsulating your dreams in every word you pen?

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Rains And Ruins.

W ords should not be kept for later because they thrive on mood and my mood is nothing less than a pendulum, so I thought I should pen it down. It's not Monday today but I still got the blues. When I say blues, I literally mean the bluish tone in my otherwise curtain-coloured reddish room, along with the pretty melancholic climate. I hate the dark clouds that get clogged in the sky refusing to pour in, but I love when it finally rains. It's like the clouds have vented out their long-held pain. It feels liberating and very refreshing. I don't quite feel like working in this climate, rather I would be sitting on my terrace, watching the rain, sipping tea (which I am doing even now to avoid falling asleep on my laptop). But the sad truth is I can't go up on my terrace, not at least for the next 2 months, the renovation works are going on and I badly miss the only beautiful, picturesque location in my house. The staircase bricks are cracked to build newer ones and there...

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//Apprehensions//

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