A PASSION OR A CHILDHOOD FANTASY? PART-1
1> DEEPEST SLEEP OF MY LIFE
Right from the days when I was five and had to fight with the regular school studies,i had dreamt of becoming a writer.But no one ever paid attention to my weird ideas.And why someone would have listened? Who will respect a writer,how much he will earn?And above all ,who will pay high in bride auction for such a loser?
So,my parents got their ward admitted in one of the best schools of the city.And soon the writer in me was lost.Today I am 19,is in an engineering college,bhubanewar institute of technology,or BIT, and even hesitates to say that i love to be a writer.
Surrounded by books and lost in the crowd i still dream to be a writer.i want that people around me should read me,should love me.
Will he make it?Will he finally listen to his heart?will his parents agree?And after all,will people love his writing?God knows……Here starts his story:
“so our chetan bhagat,you didn’t join the literary society of college?if you love writing and literature,why don’t you give exposure to yourself?”taunted varun to yash ,who was enjoying a fullmoon night,ON HOSTEL ROOF,the only thing which he loves in his hostel.
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