After 2 years, I met Ankita, a student whom I taught, to catch up on how she's doing. We spoke about how she's enjoying her new school, her friends and her hobbies. "I'm drawing. Let me show you," she ran inside home and got a file. A full file of drawings. I was heartened to see these children pursuing things on they love. At the end of the day, what we love is what matters. Keep up the good work Ankita.
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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