Would you listen? If I were to tell you the story of a girlwho believed in the twirl of life.Her story starts with "once upon a time."and has her life, etched in every line.Would you listen?To her silenceas she yelps for help on a sunny day.Would you listen? To her scars from the warsacross the... Continue Reading →
I remember reading this somewhere when you ask a child to color something, she would happily pick a crayon and start coloring. She'd go out of the lines, fill the picture with colors from her weird imagination. You'd see blue elephants, red fields, and orange oceans. As she grows up people start molding her. They will want the child to color within the lines and see things they way they are - elephants are supposed to be grey, fields: green and oceans: blue.
The things that we love have a way of coming back to us in the end, if not always in the way we expect. J.K Rowling was the reason why I started reading and she continues to be the reason I still do. The best thing today second to Harry and JKR's birthday is the... Continue Reading →