Whenever, I walk into 1st class, I find the kids with their slates, books, drawing a lot. Sometimes, a flower, and a car. They give out their slate and asks, "Draw me something nice." I never considered myself artistic so, I never obliged to their requests. I do what I assume I'm good at. I talk to them and tell some random stuff. All the while, after rachana requested me to draw something and I rejected her. She came up with her drawings. A cake and a fish. I like her drawings. They have this free spirit to try out, imagine and draw. I wish I get this free spirit to get into drawing.
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.
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