“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.