Writing was my first love, I discovered it in class 4 at an early age, could surf the ocean of universe of thought, climb the imaginary ladder to stars. Steal thier light and divert it on my work. Was happy found my own little world of talent.  

But I lost it soon , leave it behind was my biggest blunder. Due to school life , school trouble I kept on losing hope , feeling sour made me forget about my sun. My own created sun that is writing, I forget and dark cloud surrounded me, my mistakes hurt me lick a rock.

Soon I found an angel , that brought me back to life showed me a beautiful moon and cherry blossom bloom. What a beautiful pink sky and her cherry lips and shining star words brought me towards writing again. But she left without wind notice and everything fall apart. I was trembled lost hurt and confused and just let it go. 

Soon I found an angel with tiny wings stuck , hurt a bit I just freed her wings. She came back with lot of tiny shiny stars stories. She showed the beauty of black star and small giggle of flowers , hiding in tall grass. Baby Gazelle sleeping cute face and help me get a grip on dreams again.

Then another angel with a book and chalk taught me what I lost. Bit by bit words by words she gave me something larger than life, and October it was cool cheek kiss of winter my first steps towards writing professional started. Sometimes I fall , I couldn't get up but I have enough had enough so taking this part of life with a pen write it all again.

As a writer we have got privilege rights a special power to live every second of life , every moment a bit longer than other people. Where there is no fail pass marks and it's either you make it or try till you get it. A special world of ours shown to all but understood by few , gives fame but after lot of burn out.