Writing and Creations

 Being alone in the crowd of people, Being blind among rush of souls, Being deaf to worldly noises,  That's how I want to stroll.. ❤❤RavinS❤❤

  They say if you are loved by a writer then you will live in his creations forever. I guess that makes sense because whenever a writer will sit down to write a sad piece, then feeling of being away from the lover will be written, if it’s a happy piece of writing then sweetest memories will find their place on the paper, if it’s feeling of loneliness then for sure the pain of living without loved ones will be shared. The love will be called in for every emotion that a writer will feel; words will start pouring out on paper like a leaf flowing in the river current. What is more fascinating is that the piece is not written to show happiness, sadness or loneliness; the words itself start coming and cease to stop. I can relate to it, whenever I sit to write down a piece, I always end up narrating my own feelings. It is not like that there was huge deal of suffering or hell was broken lose, but sometimes the burden of memories is heavy to carry alone, so I pen them down to take a rest f...

The surge was so heavy that I was no longer able to bear it. I shook it off and entered the house from the back door. I was surprised to that the door was open. Why these people have not cared about closing it. Well, it felt into my side. I opened it very slowly so that even squealing won’t be loud to wake anybody. The Lights were off and I was taking footsteps carefully. There were cupboards halfway on the walls and a center table approximately 5-6 meters long and 4 meters wide. I slid my hand covered with gloves on it knowing that it won’t leave any clue there, just to investigate about the material on the table. It was a solid table with wooden cupboards beneath and ceramic top. I carefully slid inside in the main hall. It was huge magnificent. The drops of perspiration were shining on my forehead. I was tensed and scared as to what will be the result. I bumped into a flower vase and it felt down. I was shocked with the noise it has made but to my surprise, none was awakened. Ther...