#BeingOldSchool

It has always been easier for me to write on paper instead of typing.
Curving my hand along with the flow of ink has always been mesmerizing for me than making my fingers do "stop and go" on a keyboard.

Beautiful papers, with dark ink on it; 
Writing what comes to mind, what comes easy. 
Something that can not be explained, yet need to be let out.

May be the sound of the waves;
To sit on the edge of a cliff and watch the water working its pace.
Or may be a well-lit city at a distance with blurry lights and faded noises.

And something like, children playing in mud.
And wondering about their innocence around a puddle. 
While the people standing underneath the umbrella, get drenched by their nostalgic tears.

May be cloud gazing.
When there's nothing to do, search for a face that puts a smile that travel up to the eyes.
It doesn't matter if it's a starry night or a monsoon sky, the clouds never abandon. 

The depression on a paper made by the words, makes me aware that ALL of it were real.
Makes me feel that; Nothing, we love is ever lost.

#StayBlessed!