...this past month has been nothing short of a soft melody being played on a piano. Just how I like it, not too loud, not too dramatic - something that you would love to slow-dance to with your partner/spouse/loved one (oh, and definitely crush).
Ever felt a sudden rush to run away from home- so far away-to experience that one thing, just once…. To live that life, just once….to be home, to be at peace with yourself…? How do I explain that suffocation in my lungs that chokes me when I have to choose between the people who are my life and the life I need to survive? I don’t know. If I can just go back in time to someone, can I express my genuine feelings this time without feeling insecure? I don’t know. If I don’t know, am I liberated yet? I don’t know.
Your lust for words eventually becomes your biggest strength because that is how you express yourself, and soon, you find yourself weaving a comfortable sweater out of your own words which carry the fragrance of how you perceive this world to be. Hereafter, once you become a writer, your viewpoint of this beautiful ball of life never stays stagnant. It persists to change, always.
"Single stories create stereotypes. And stereotypes aren't untrue but incomplete. They make one story become the only story." ~ Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
Imagine what it feels to know the path of an unknown journey you started... Well, the path itself and the destination might still be twisted and unknown!
The Renaissance ushered in a new ray of hope, Provided mankind a chance to redeem, A respite from the chaotic times of medieval ages, Encased for generations to come in a souvenir-styled envelope.