As I started going through my collection of 13 years of writings to put them all together into a book, that one day I will give to my kids, the idea of writing again started going around my mind.
I am not sure about how to explain the past 6 years and I don’t want to do it, but I know the memories don’t go to sleep or even sit still, they are always busy creating new appealing stories so to never tire me of them being around.
Life is surprisingly beautiful and scary… and I’m scared today.