Writers always fascinate me, some one who can create magic by black dull letters. Colors are always beautiful and inspiring but i am little old school and believe that a writer has power to create and inspire. He can make you laugh and cry in the same line.
I always used to worship these writers with a little envy. I used to fantasize about writing someday waiting for my muse but then the mist of fantasy disappeared and i hit the reality.
 Life has been kind of bumpy for me, for quiet sometime now. but this time has also given me a strength to see light even in dark. it has made me realize that i am my own muse. 
So guys this attempt, a mild hope live my fantasy. And I promise that this won't be all bull and cock story.
I'll soon be publishing my first post, I hope i'll get the bite at a cherry, that you will read and most of all like it.
And If you have any thoughts, suggestions or even nonsense please do share.
See you Soon
Ciao

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