Why do I write?

“Why do you write?” he asked me, looking into my eye. “That’s a very interesting question. I never thought as a reason” I replied. “So, think now and tell me” he asked. I don’t know why he was so curious about why I write. Was he trying to write himself? Or was he doing something…

Meaning

Thirst for experiences Rich in expression

Are numbers real?

Are numbers real? The chapter title stared at me A question like that Could break the hell in thoughts Beyond the words in the book And the colorful cover pages I saw her in white and black Solving a colorful cube How enchanting she was! As she told me her name I was still in…