Sometimes I wish I were an inspiring writer who writes scintillating stories.
That night before the rainpour, a star blinked at me as if wishing me the best of luck for my dream. After much thoughts, I realised that the star which blinked at me wasn't wishing me best of luck, it was trying to imply that I already wrote one!
And I can agree no better.
Only a handful of people in this world have such a complicit life-story to share;
Who needs flowery phrases and exagerrated sentences when simple words are more than enough to tell a story?