The Old pages❤
All book lovers have a dream that one day even they will write books and people will read them. Such a spark even happened in me and maybe it still happens. Part-1 I used to create stories with my limited vocabulary since when I was in the First standard *though no one could make any sense out of it*. But the dream of writing stories and making people read that (after several requests and childish bribes) was there in me since childhood. (My mother used to fill up the details for me ) I wrote fantasies, role plays and my friends enacted those out. At the first stage it was all about barbies, fairies, handsome princes and angels . That was the time when my world of imagination was surrounded by magics, mermaids, boons of the angels, beauty of the barbies and everything that never existed . The stories, though made zero sense but still makes me feel nostalgic whenever I turn over the pages of that old diary. (Drawings I made for my stories at the age of six .)
