A blank notebook meant endless possibilities – pencil sketches , poetic scribbles or teary eyed notes to self. Over the years , my biggest treasures remain my scribbles . In a busy life where I play a daughter , mother ,wife and corporate boss – I write to please only me.
The endless monologues in my head sometimes bear me down or make me fly.This is a humble attempt to ‘let go’ .
Leave me a comment and end the monologue .