Reading time: 2 min 48 sec. “Let me fill that up for you, ” said the happy face behind the bar, tilting the warped bottle into the huddled man’s glass. Each drop of bitter, tangy sweet. Dipping and swirling with small bubbles forming around…
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.