A ten-year-old girl in bike shorts and a side-pony tail fell in love with writing. When she was confident and young, she told everyone, "When I grow up, I want to be a writer."
Now, I am not as sure and confident as I was when I was ten. A lot of scars have come between me and that small, sure girl. But a tiny, childish voice still echoes in my head: "When I grow up, I want to be a writer."
So, here is my effort. I write small stories to build my confidence, to get me dreaming like a writer again. Photographs and songs make me dream creative dreams. They will be the seeds to grow my mountain stories.
They are growing strong and tall.
