My Story My words

I was in my first year of graduation. I belong to commerce stream and I opted for journalism after my twelfth. It was a very confusing stage for me as I really don’t know what I will do in my future. I observed every mate of my class and a thing that really puzzled me was my career option. Every person was so clear about his goals and I was just believed in day-dreaming. When one of my teachers asked me that what you want to become and I replied dizzily that I will become a writer. Of course, it is not only artistic, but also creative. It is not as easy as it seems. There is a lot more research to do by a writer behind his every story. One of my colleagues was looking at me with her suspicious smile. As usual, it made me think about the thing that I said to my professor. “Writer- A writer, you know who is he? How does he work? How does he write and blah blah … several questions surround me.”

On the next day, I decided to write a poem on my childhood. Okay, now what is so interesting thing about this? It was my life’s first poem that I decided to show to my professor in the next morning. At that time, I was busy in rewinding my age in my dreams. I write my thoughts, made a symmetry and its rhyming scheme. In the class, when he read my poem, guess what! My mates were amazed and even my professor too. Is it written by you? I replied yes! And it was a great feeling when he started appraising my efforts. I still remember how my mate’ doubtful expressions turn into an amazed reaction. That day boost confidence in me. It was the time when I get a real image of my side. Experience was great and I discovered my writer part at that moment of my life.

 

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