From various journals, I took out a lot of conversations for my memoir, Window Seat. I couldn't get all the notebooks in which I wrote about my hitchhiking. I missed writing about a few experiences. How much ever, I try to rewrite the experience, it's gonna be only from my memories. The memories give out another outlook on the experience. Cursing myself for not jotting down in my notebooks, I redesigned the whole style of a memoir, keeping the journey, that is documented in these notebooks.
I write about what affects me, enthralls me. I write my experiences, I write my emotions. To grow, to learn, to live, to celebrate Life. I write.
Wednesday, December 30, 2020
Soliloquies- Draft Stories
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