The past two years have been spent writing, writing and writing. I was never aware of the reservoir hidden inside flowing out when I was thirsty for words. It was always available any time of the day. The more I wrote, the more I understood, it wasn't me writing, but a higher power blessing me with those words. I knew that the moment I had ego that ' I AM THE ONE WRITING', that would indeed be the death of my writing. I know it's not my ability to write, but the grace of the almighty I have been bestowed with, however undeserving, I feel about it. Writing connected me to my inner self, a little every day, day after day. I am ever thankful for that. #yqbaab#secretactivity#challenge
