She goes about her daily tasks in this routine world of hers. She is physically seen here from time to time, working, talking, living...her eyes blank, her mind absent.
Her soul is at a different place. The world where she is free and truly alive and unstoppable. The world where she belongs...weaving plots, molding characters, living multiple lives. It has people she truly loves being with, striking conversations, beauty, feelings, and words.
Her eyes gave away a sparkle. A smile escaped her lips. The worlds just collided again for the umpteenth time today. Quietly, she goes back to finishing her tasks for the day.
A writer is at work. A story is in the making.
1 comment:
Just read your history at BBC, and I am passing by to say you're such an amazing person! I believe, as a woman, that we all should chase our dreams, pursuit our own expectations and never give up. Maybe your place be outside India, indeed. Maybe you won't believe, but there is a kind of hidden sexism here, in Brazil, were I live now. And it is even worse, because woman are free and frivolous or married and responsible. That's why I'm running away to Canada...lol.
Cheers from Brazil.
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