Serendipity

                                                       

Endless thoughts on my mind. Just like the zenith.

 It's been so long since I've written something that gave me the chills and made the hair at the nape of my neck stand. 

            How do I capture the story lines that have sprouted while I was exploring different dimensions of life? 

            Oh what do you know about the intricate process a writer goes through to accurately pen down the struggle of a single

            parent, or the thoughts of a teen swimming in the pool of hormones, to reiterate the shades of depression like that of a        

            victim's journal or the magic of unravelling the secret of love?

            This time it's not about me and my self depricating thoughts. This time it's about the rant of a lonely grandmother wishing 

            that her husband was still alive. It's about the adult who finally decided to come out to his family about his twisted sexuality. 

            It's about the rag picker's dream of acing the arithmetic paper or a middle aged man with a receding hairline still patiently waiting to find

            a partner. 

            I always wanted to throw myself far away from my mechanical reality ; henceforth I started getting lost in the pages of great stories which slowly

            allowed me to widen my horizons. It's when I had an epiphany that if narrating one's own adversities is hard, narrating somebody else's life is harder.

           

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