The writer says…

The writer has an obsessive compulsive need to write something of essence…She keeps wondering what she must write about;the never ending crazy obsession with Arundhathi Roy,the excessive drama she adds to every single recipe, or the millions of emotions that rule the world?

But we must always begin somewhere… she looked out of her plane window….saw a fluffy white cloud mattress. White,so blindingly  white, boulders of smoke.She thought that falling on them wouldn’t hurt!!And on the ground there were black shadows of the white clouds.And the tiny little dot, grew into the big black roads,forests and brown brown lands.The world grew in front of her eyes.


the end



One thought on “The writer says…

  1. May Moving towards your passion bring out the best in you, and keep all the memories alive.. much love and luck to you.


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