“A big confusion”, the writer girl was about to bite her nails. “What happened?” She asked her. “I want to write fiction, but they said personal stories will win hearts.” “Hmm. See, personal stories make you bold. Fearless. They give you wings. But…” “But”? The writer girl asked her with a pair of curious eyes.…

“Isn’t writing a waste of time? Who will read me, the rambling of an aspiring writer? Why should I write at all?” Frustrated, the writer girl asked. “Write, so that you survive.” Replied the woman writer sitting beside her. “I did it for all my lifetime. I wrote, and that’s why I survived till my…

“I have so much to say, this one lifetime seems not enough”, the writer girl said to herself. A sigh came out from the clan of writers sleeping beneath the earth. A silent reply in unison.