Writing Booth
Mini- essay
She sits down at her writing desk to write. It is a fine desk and it is a place where she waves her wand with spells, making stories come alive every time. There is a pile of books always, which always stood there. Inside the stack lived a young lady made of words. Words black and white. Letters ran in her veins. Her heart raced with every twist in the plot or skipped a beat. When the words were as crafted, eyelashes flutter, drowning in thought, something changed inside her. She is not the same anymore. The walls of her home were pale yellow, thousands of stories and folklores lived on every page like shadows. Whether from sad thoughts or moments of delight, the tears she shed, trickling droplets splashed and broke into words. The imaginary characters ran around and played the orchestra together, making musical notes of the people they brought to life into an extraordinary adventure.
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