We profess dislike towards life for it's unfair advocacies and callousness. The reluctance in us mounts up, when we are left with no choice except for adhering to the ways of life. Despite the numerous walls of distraught, roads of destruction that life weaves for us, there is a little voice that echoes in support of life, and surmounts the despise. The little voice equips us with the prowess of not giving up and not succumbing to the miseries of life. It gently advises us to hold on to the reins of emotions, and tells us that this is just a phase, and this too shall pass.
Writing is a phenomenal medium of expression and impression. It's my way of penning down life in bits and pieces. Also for me it's a way of emoting my heartfelt sentiments. I hope to evoke the most honest thoughts that run in my head .