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he best thing about being a writer is that you get automatically
qualified as an observer and thinker. Such attribute is not only a perception
but something every writer end up becoming, unknowingly, eventually.
If you are a blogger, the addiction to post makes you a watchdog, always
hungry for something which can be shared to the world.
Most of the times, writing doesn’t happen through the formal route – typing
on the keyboard, tapping on the smartphone or the conventional scratching on
the notepad. Instead, many a times, the writer detaches himself from the real
world and travel to live in a world of his own; a world which would be contrary
to the reality. It would be more interesting and better than the real world. He
phrases mentally and creates fictional characters and situations.
Why I am saying all this now?
I have no clue!
I am just too bored to live in the real world now. Of course I have to
tell you that I don’t feel like this all the time. It is during some rare
moments that I feel so. And today, is one of such rare times. This is also one
of the rarest of rarest times when I heartily thank the Locomente within me for
making my life a carnival. I thank the Locomente for giving a reason to observe
and excuse to express.
I thankful. I am grateful.
Ah! I am celebrating the writer within me…
The Locomente in me!
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