My eyes ache, I must have overslept, the agony of meek existence creeping in. But I remember, It crawls back to me like a soft piece of silk gliding over my hairy arm. A beautiful face, my wife kissing me before fleeing to work…
Writer, blogger, fictionist.
I merely write because only words can stand me. No brush could obey my languid strokes. No glass could handle my tenor.
I write for the love of it.
Call it my destiny, my life's message. Who knows maybe someday, someone would love what I create.
My day job is a cardiologist, while in the seclusion of the night, I hang my white coat and delve into the adventures of my making.
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Peace to all and enjoy.