Story of a writer who writes stories…

The moment of pride, joy and sorrow for a writer when the story comes to its last line, last word…even if it’s just a file in a folder for many, it’s child to its creater who gave birth to the names, people and protagonists living inside those pages.

After going through ups and downs with those people every day, when rest of the world went to sleep, the writer is now left alone and sad…like the parent whose child has moved out for a job or a best friend who is now in another city…what now?

The joy and the sigh of strange pain…story of a writer who writes stories.

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Some days, she forgets the invisible shiny chains..

She jumped

She ran

Fell & bumped

Into despair

It’s not you

She brushed 

The bruised

& bandaged soul

There is no wind today

Tomorrow will try again

In her stubbornness to fly

She forgot

The shackles making her stay…

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