I wish a writer loved me …

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I wish a writer loved me, as he could replicate with his ink and letters-

The roaring delights of the savage lightning,

Or, the exact aroma of my mother’s ambrosial cooking.

The carefree beauty of a nameless, vagabond flower, bloomed in the wilderness,

Or, the cotton-candy clouds moving with its usual, youthful zest.

The irresistible urge to lock lips with my soul mate,

Or, the flamingo’s waltz to please its chosen date.

The gentle rustle of an unhurried, languid wind,

Or, the brittle sound in a rain-soaked roof of tin.

The virile oceanic waves seducing the stationary rocks,

Or, the azure sky broadcasting its beautiful blue cloak.

The masked arrogance of a rapidly cascading waterfall,

Or, the kindred spirit of an accommodating, shadowy tree tall.

The bursting happiness of a heart fraught with hope,

Or, the storm’s rage bringing the fainthearted’s catastrophe.

These ongoing songs of senses breathe the fire of life in me – 

Assuch I sincerely wish a writer loved me.


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  1. Wow! Wow! What a picturesque affair๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’š
    You don’t need a writer to love you. Your vocab superb and projecting it on paper๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜ƒ
    Your words will automatically evoke the feeling๐Ÿ˜›

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Written by Indrani Chowdhury

Indrani Chowdhury was born and raised in the north-east city of India, at Guwahati in Assam. She did her post graduation in English literature and had worked as a teacher for some years. Her friends describes her as a simple, hard working girl. She is settled at Bangalore after her marriage and is a mother of a one and a half years old.The world of books have always intrigued her and she has a knack for writing. Besides this, she likes travelling, cooking for her family and friends and meeting interesting people.


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