‘Twas your typical day. The sun was out, and the birds were chirping away happily. The sky was painted in a perfect shade of blue that hypnotises you into staring at it for hours altogether. The weather was pleasant, with a slight breeze to keep you fresh on a sunny day. I would have never … Continue reading Grief
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Why do I write?
In the middle of the night, when I’m staring at the ceiling andreplaying every tiny detail, an idea strikes my head –I can either have a sleepless night worrying about‘what if’s’ or I can seize the moment and write awaymy train of thoughts to describe everythingyet nothing which is precisely the way I feel. I … Continue reading Why do I write?
World of Jeana 