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–| PATCHWORK QUILT I won't be concluding that

–|  PATCHWORK QUILT 

I won't be concluding 
that I write, what I like people writing. 
I have something regarding writing
I just can't solely christen 
as a passion, quest or blessing.


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 【 I 】

 And even today I sit, pondering why I preferred to write? Am I a victim, ought to be spoken or a voice, urging to be heard? Do I really need to propagate myself or am I okay, unheard?

"Being a writer is like having homework every night for the rest of your life." Reading this, my mind and heart both nodded by making an expression of 'Ah, wow!'  in an inaudible voice.

Philosophical, how this writings persisted from the chitchats in his copies. My mom once asked ' Kartik!, Why do you keep on writing daylong? I must ask your teacher, why does she assign you this mammoth homework every day!' I couldn't expound her, I simply smiled back to scribble.

For the world, I live in, the writing confines up to a student. They believe that only students write.  Whatever the presumptions were, I adhered to move. For these times I had discovered that cosmos found in the books. It now started to feel like an ocean, I always desire to sink in, deliberately.
–|  PATCHWORK QUILT 

I won't be concluding 
that I write, what I like people writing. 
I have something regarding writing
I just can't solely christen 
as a passion, quest or blessing.


« read caption »

 【 I 】

 And even today I sit, pondering why I preferred to write? Am I a victim, ought to be spoken or a voice, urging to be heard? Do I really need to propagate myself or am I okay, unheard?

"Being a writer is like having homework every night for the rest of your life." Reading this, my mind and heart both nodded by making an expression of 'Ah, wow!'  in an inaudible voice.

Philosophical, how this writings persisted from the chitchats in his copies. My mom once asked ' Kartik!, Why do you keep on writing daylong? I must ask your teacher, why does she assign you this mammoth homework every day!' I couldn't expound her, I simply smiled back to scribble.

For the world, I live in, the writing confines up to a student. They believe that only students write.  Whatever the presumptions were, I adhered to move. For these times I had discovered that cosmos found in the books. It now started to feel like an ocean, I always desire to sink in, deliberately.