Dear Readers,
For you all, we'd lie on our stomachs 2 o’clock at night to compose something new, from the pre-existing ways. We'd give up drowsy nights, to not disappoint you with our words. We'd scribble and scribble and scribble and then discard the mistakes repeatedly, to bring out the best from our words.
Unlike you, capturing all the memories with your 48-megapixel cameras when you go out, we'd look at the places to scrounge for some reasons to write, reasons to pen down the thoughts processed at that time. The cloudy eternal sky, endless seas, evergreen forests, all are places for you; feelings for us.
Sometimes we'd just forget to eat that last bite of food because an idea would’ve struck, prone to getting lost if we didn't scribble it down promptly. We'd dream in our classrooms and at work. We would wet our pages a lot many times for the musings that you don't pay attention to. That's how we are. That's how us writers are. We write about everything but ourselves. This is how we are.
Love,
All the writers in the World
- Shivangi Ruhela
BSc(H) Computer Science
(Edited by Bhoomi and Pallavi
Art curated by Anshika)
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