“Write when the happiness strikes.” I have more than often used this line to describe my inspiration to write. I don’t know why but writing just humbles me down when I am brimming with overflowing emotions. Like it is the storehouse for all the excess things I am feeling and can’t handle. I am always thankful that I discovered this channel to release so much pressure I unnecessarily build upon myself. Maybe it is the pressure that expectations create when happiness strikes the door. Expectations to be even happier in the future. Or expectations that things will change for the better only. And I am the biggest daydreamer I have ever known. Maybe my circle is just too small. But I just need one word to build a whole cobweb of stories around it. You all must have guessed by all that talk about how I want to be when I grow old. I even daydream about old age. Sometimes there is too much rush in my head. Writing things down helps to somehow arrange that clutter. I haven’t realized any of my daydreams till now. Not completely. I don’t know if all the things that go around in my head will come true one day or not. But I hope I keep on dreaming about happier moments only.
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