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100WordsonSaturday 29 August 2015

This post is written as part of #100WordsonSaturday 29 August 2015 ‘Writing his heart out’ hosted on Write Tribe

‘Writing his heart out’

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He drenched the pen in the pot of ink and wrote his first words, I am!! Taking a deep breath and he pushed his head towards the ceiling fan, repeated the sentence, ‘I am’. Little Davis was having fun, pouring ink in the pen and scribbling on white sheet of paper. This time, he wrote, ‘ME.’ His mother walked past him and smiled, “Keep writing. It’s good.” Davis grinned and felt shy. His mother ruffled his hair, “It’s called writing. Pouring your heart out and is an extension of who you are. Stay blessed always son. Be Yourself. I am.”



Work-in-progress, seeker and bundle of contradictions. Stubborn and Refusal to grow up and constantly in search of myself, I blurt it out on my space. Drop in and share some love. Indian by choice.

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