Long years ago, I was told by my Baba that writing is powerful- a powerful means of expression of what the heart believes, a powerful means of expression of the echoes of the soul.
And once one’s writing can express- that is when the magic sets in. Words are not then just words. They are feelings, emotions, perceptions, convictions and lots of other matters.
But that was long ago. Still holds true though.
The lives we have lived, the lives we yearn to live , and sandwiched in between, the lives we live in this moment, are all an assemblage of stories, each intertwined with memories.
And so, life is multiple hikaayaat put together…