Past always catches up with the present,
there’s no use pretending or even hiding.
One never accepts tragedy,
One merely learns to live with it.
And though the world might be shining,
I’ll still have to go back to sleep where every time I feel I am drowning.
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Anisha Dhiman has been writing for as long as she can remember, but the words only started to make sense after she started working with a newspaper and got yelled at by amazing editors, who many a times told her that her writing was very "shallow". She has travelled the length and breadth of India due to her father's army background and the writer-in-making knew there were many stories to be told but the words took forever to bleed out.
But as a monk, who sold his Ferrari, once said, "Become one of the rare people who don't know how to quit," she too persevered.
In the end, words broke through like a steady and refreshing stream that continues to help her every day to get to the promised land where there would be people, millions and millions of them, brimming with words, words to give and share. And not a day would go by, when she would be short of those words. View all posts by AD
