Why I write

I am grateful for the power of love and magic writing holds. Writing is about getting up, getting well, and getting over. While I may not be a writer in its truest sense, I write because it fills me with hope and is the light that guides me home. A journal in your drawer or the draft of a novel waiting to be published or quick notes on your phone or maybe letters to a stranger…don’t ever stop. Every little note, haiku or post I have written over the years, came together as this unusual yet vivid mosaic wall. A wall of rage, joy, hormones, heartbreak, fear, anxiety, friendship, love and so much more. A wall with clusters of colours ― blacks and blues with bits of golden yellow cutting through and dots of green in between. A wall of my story and my journey, when looked at in isolation were ceramic shards but when put together made a beautiful mosaic wall of memories…of life.

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Crazy Action In An Ambience Of Complete Placidity. Tennis And Rafa To Me!

Everyone is passionate about some sport in their lives. Be it football, basketball, wresting, racing, cricket or something just as exciting. As a child you’re exposed to these sports. You’re taught to play them, to watch them and the more you learn about them, the more they become your life. It turns out to be…

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