I am a writer. Don’t believe me.

I am a writer. I am a man of many faces. Don’t believe me. I can trap you into my world of lies. I am a master deceptionist. I write what you like to read. I tell you stories ending with …and they lived happily ever after when you are happy. I tell you success stories to motivate you when you are down. And yet, you do not question the underlying terms and conditions to those stories. Because, I am a writer. I can trap you into my world of lies.

I am a writer. I am a man of many faces. Don’t believe me. I can make you fall for my sugarcoated lies. I can lure you with my rhyming sentences. I can talk in past, present and future tenses. Confused about me, you will jump fences over fences. I know, because there have been countless instances. If you read my work, you will find I cast a hundred influences. I will make you feel your breath, your pain and all your senses. Because, I am a writer. I can trap you into my world of lies.

I am a writer. I am a man of many faces. Don’t believe me. I can take you to a long walk down the road. The road that converges into the beautiful woods. The woods that smell of roses and tulips, the woods that sound of songbirds and nightingales. The woods that lead you into the valleys. The valleys that sound of rivers flowing down the streams, the valleys that route you into the hills. The hills that end with a mountain barrier, the mountains that are snow capped all round the year. From the mountains you think of the beautiful journey so far. And how I completed the story and yet it felt ajar. That’s because, I am a writer. I can trap you into my world of lies.

I want to tell you my story from the start. I had a childhood that kids today would be jealous of. I played and jumped and ran around all day. Cricket, Football, Badminton, all the games I would slay. I was proclaimed the hero on the field. Having me in your team would give you the most yield. Studies for me were no different ballpark. I used to top classes scattering away my hallmark. Mathematics to Science, I had wide interests. I was crowned the winner of debates and contests. Come college and I developed lot more. I am now a writer, a developer and an entrepreneur. I want to continue my story but I have a question: Did you believe me? I am a writer. I can trap you into my world of lies.

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