The life of a writer,
I remember a story I wrote sometime back that whilst reading to myself I felt like the victim of the story. The emotion was so strong that I began to wonder if I really wrote that.
this world is actually what we make of it
The life of a writer,
I remember a story I wrote sometime back that whilst reading to myself I felt like the victim of the story. The emotion was so strong that I began to wonder if I really wrote that.
this world is actually what we make of it
Human mind has crazy potential and while we reach out to maximize it's usage we sometimes end up crossing the fine line.