“We have been talking about your works till now, being a writer is sure ecstatic but what are the other things you do at your leisure?”
“Oh yes, I love languages and I proudly say I am a polyglot.”
“Oh that’s wonderful sir, and your readers would surely like to know your favorite language, from the languages you have learned so far, which one has captivated you?”
“The one I learned first”
“Your mother tongue?”
“No, it comes second, the one that comes first for me is the language of love.”
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Mind’s Reflection
Scared as hell I glanced behind in search of the dying screams and weeping squeals, my shadow glanced back.
Love is Blind

Wise
“The age is just a number, your real age is defined by the number of mistakes you make and how much you have learnt from it, how much you have grown, for that I am still young, lad, so think before you call me grandpa”- he laughed hysterically yet fervidly at the newspaper boy.
He was too wise to be a ‘madman’, that was what the people called.