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  • Afraid!!
    Afraid of word and afraid of making sentences.
    I still do remember, in school I never used to write correct spellings and correct grammar (I still do but thanks to spellchecker it somehow manages to reduce my mistakes)
    So I stopped writing and kept myself away from it till now.

    In the picture, the window is “the window” of my present room. When I first visited the room I fall in love with this window. Don’t know why but it seems to have some connection with me. Somehow it always fascinates me to write though it has been 5 months but have not written anything yet. I am so afraid that I don’t write or even if I write I never share to anyone.

    But this window, when I sit near to it, it feels like opening up, feels like saying out own voice
    Voice that has been shut for many long years
    It seems like I was living in closed room with no windows
    But somehow there is feeling of the presence of the window and feeling for letting out own voice without fear

    It’s just not the physical wooden window opens up but also the window of me too, let the light come in so that I can see…and start telling without fear
    Hope this courage holds on long enough before the final darkness takes over
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