Prose, Writing

Why I write

I love this text on a brand new draft. It welcomes the countless possibilities that could fill this page. Talking about writing, I have realized that I have never really told you how I came to love writing. I never intended to write. I loved to read. Well, I think I inherited my love for… Continue reading Why I write

Prose, Writing

Windmills

I enjoy watching the windmills. They look so surreal and calming. Sometimes when I am unable to sleep, I think about  them rotating pensively, and I close my eyes to be taken many miles away in my car passing by the windmills, which generously blow me a kiss that ruffles my hair through the open… Continue reading Windmills

Prose, Writing

Why I still love Winnie-the-Pooh

"Promise me that no matter what happens you will always remember..." "Remember what?" asked pooh sleepily. "You are braver than you believe stronger than you seem and smarter than you think", Christopher Robin smiled. "But the most important thing is that even if we're apart we'll always be together." *** Unknown to many Winnie-the-Pooh is… Continue reading Why I still love Winnie-the-Pooh

Prose, Stories, Writing

Not Pretentious but Subtle, yet Beautiful

Was it a dream? I opened my eyes, half intoxicated by the seemingly supernatural power engulfing me. My eyes could not be deceiving me.There I was, standing outside this beautiful enchanting door towering before me, a strange, eerie but mystifying melody bewitching my ears. The only other thing that fell upon my ears was a… Continue reading Not Pretentious but Subtle, yet Beautiful