Writing is something that brings out the best of me. It's my idea of enjoying life through words. So here is my own little world of thoughts 'WRITING BELLS'. Come, let us unveil this journey together and fall in love with the thoughts that are often engraved deep in our hearts.
Monday, 20 February 2017
Never settle for less.
Monday, 24 October 2016
How real is the virtual world? (Tiny tale)
"RIP Riya. We miss you". He captioned her photograph and uploaded it as a token of remembrance.
1K likes, 500 comments and 250 shares later, she became just another post and a very distant memory.
© Sheerin Naz.
Monday, 27 June 2016
Beautiful paradox.
All her life she inked and recited the tales of love, hope, happiness, sadness and despair to the world that would get lost in her profoundness. Her stories had that illusive effect, helping people escape reality for a while. She read, she wrote, she imagined, she created. She carved stories that could break one's heart yet heal it at the same time. She was nothing short of a magician who could cast spell with her enchanting stories.
But, the magician of profound emotions, intricate words and beautifully heart wrenching stories couldn't ink a single word when it was time to talk about her story. The story of her love, her life and everything that made her such an amazingly beautiful paradox could never be created. Wondering why?
Well, she was a storyteller who knew every story has an end. And, how could she pen her own story when all that she wanted in her love and life was "forever".
Her reality was different from the stories she inked. A beautiful paradox she was, didn't I tell you?
© Sheerin Naz.
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About Sheerin.
I weave stories out of anything and everything. Exploring life, one story at a time.Blogger | Storyteller | Freelance writer.

