Home doesn't have a meaning anymore. There are too many places, and only people can come close to the feeling of home. Every time I arrive at an airport, I dread getting out, and there is a heaviness with every step I take towards the exit. I do not want to go back to reality. … Continue reading where is home?
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What do writers write about?
This is a question I have often asked myself. A little bit of everything is what my mind voluntarily answers. I write about anything that reignites my creativity like/ the comfort of going back to a place called home while eating amma’s home-cooked meal/ the sound of waves crashing against the shore while staring at … Continue reading What do writers write about?