Left to Write

Affection, surrealism, vulnerability and resentment are bought to life when put into words.
Writing is an art by which one gets transported to a world of own and finds solace there.

Ever since I was young, I envied my colleagues who could weave words so beautifully that it would leave me in awe. Being an amateur, I wondered how they did so, because it always caught my interest.

Precisely, on the eve of Teachers day 2016, I picked my pen and started scribbling words so as to make an impression on my favorite professor. This is where it all began.

"You’re the beauty and I am the admirer,
You’re the reason that I am a writer! Anonymous

I write about us. I write about how we laugh. I write about how differently we perceive situations. I write about our joys and sorrows, our hardships and success. I write about our midnight talks and hungover conversations. I write about our vulnerable selves.
But most importantly I write how we feel.

I believe that we all have a story of our own but only the fortunate enough to bring it down in black and white.

Here’s an attempt from my end to make our story a bestseller.

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