A magic happens with me. Every day, every moment. I can feel it, I can see it. I smell it to inhale the aroma of happiness, I absorb it to taste the essence of truthfulness. It gives me my voice back, it gives me my wings. This time, more powerful. Every moment I become stronger, braver. 

This magic is called ‘Writing’.

Writing is a magic. It heals your pain, and creates a world of your own. But, to be an honest writer, you have to pour your heart on the paper, as the words know all your story. The readers can smell your absolute honesty while reading it. And a blessing comes back to you as the most awaited reward.