Medha
Oh I love my skater son who is all growing up to be the master of wheels! Come summer he will be joining the classes again as he did last year. How I wished I had an opportunity in my childhood but never mind. All I want is my son to enjoy.
I wish to be a writer one day. This is one form of expression which has no leaps and bounds. When i write fiction i can just fly and nobody has a say. If i choose to write poem then i can just dance with the words, really trust me i feel it, i dance when i write poem. But poem actually is something i have started writing recently and i can't believe how the thoughts and words just flow. I never knew i could write poems... Seems so unreal... Yet feels like a wishful thought has come true.
My footsteps are precious to be left on a heart that pours water over them. Instead I would rather walk on a path with muck all over. Life is short so I choose to be wise and keep my step with care every time. Too proud you think but I know how it feels when people act sick.