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My Dream....

Everyone in this world has some or the other dream or aspiration and each wishes to fulfil them. The world is full of dreamers. To have a dream is a good thing - without a dream, there is nothing to accomplish. A vision and action can achieve even the impossible.
Writing has always been my escape. When I write, I am locked out from the entire world. It is as though I enter a completely different world, one which is fully my own. It is amazing how writers can transform caffeine into words, thoughts into tales. My stories and articles may seem a bit different to some, but this does not bother me. For my pieces of writing are filled with my imagination, and the world of imagination is very vast! One can can create almost anything, and as long as it is interesting, people will fall for it.
I never pictured myself sitting at a desk in an office, where there would be rows and rows of desks identical to mine and at which people who perform the same job day after day are seated. Doesn't it bore them, coming and sitting in the same cabin and doing the same task everyday? No, I always pictured myself at a small table, littered with useless drafts and on which laid an open notebook and me with a pen in my hand, engrossed in thought.
My dream is to write. To pour out all my thoughts, feelings and emotions and convert them into  words which would then form sentences and then ; hopefully transform  into articles and books.Whether I will write as a journalist, a columnist or as a novelist, that I do not know.


Writing an interesting piece is not a piece of cake. But once an idea comes to your mind, then a gushing torrent of others starts flowing in...and you're helpless. You just cannot stop writing and put your pen down.
There is so much fun to be had, so much to discover, so much to explore, so many places to visit and so many charming and interesting people to meet, how can my pen ever run dry?
I can journey the whole world and even the vast cosmos beyond by just writing about them!  Without having to travel long hours! Of course, visiting a place in person is a different experience altogether, but to create a world completely of your own is so much more thrilling! I can explore and discover through my pen! How good is that? It can't get any better, can it?

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