Story
It may also occur that we dream of making a change in our life and do not know how to begin to make it. By the same token, I also had a similar experience in my life. At that time I had done my course and hence was in the lookout for a new start.
One evening, I was alone thinking what I should do then it struck me — ‘I can write!’ But then a second thought came up, ‘Can I really write? Will people want to listen to me?’ Such thoughts were revolving round my mind time and again.
After this, I asked myself, “Why not? If not how much?” Having this in mind I convincing myself that I would give it a try. I switched on my old laptop on whose keyboard many layers of dust had accumulated and began to type.
At first, I was reluctant to so do. They were being547 lodged in the inner recesses of my mouth, 548 and sometimes I could write nothing for a whole day. Nevertheless, it being fresh, I had to look at it as a fact that all beginnings are always characterized by that kind of struggle. Gradually I found myself speaking with words. Drawing or not, I began copying objects and events I observed in a human world: individuals, their biographies, and, occasionally, myself.
I intended to pen one day a story that was centered in my own life. During the writing process I cried because that story was so personal to me. Those words, those feelings – all that felt so real that I had an impression that I was talking to myself.
When the story was completed, the narrator said, and when he read the story, he had a queer sensation in his bosom. That was a part of my life that, as the script proves, was written down by me once upon a time. I shared it to my friends and they all remarked; Yaar, this is really a heart touching story.
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