As a writer, I often make multiple drafts when I write anything; This indirectly means wasting a lot of paper. But it is a fun sport too. Tearing a sheet and crumbling it to get a perfect shot at the dustbin across the room is the next most exciting thing I do. But yesterday night, while I was asleep, my conscience got to me, and I had a rather amusing dream. So today morning, I woke up and decided to write it down in a more ‘reader-friendly manner’ for writers like me.
Frankly, everything looks quite good on paper. A 10 – year old girl plans her perfect wedding on the back of her notebook only to realize it’s too fancy for her family. A 16 – year old mustered his courage to confess what he felt on a piece of paper, but got beaten up in the school’s backyard. A 25 – year old writes a perfect piece of “resume” to land his dream job but ends up losing this opportunity to his friend. A 32 – year old finally writes a letter to his parents that he is coming home only to find out they are no more. But paper is not reality. What we want to be and what we are two different things. The only option we have is to accept it no matter what happens.