The Spark of Writing

Everyone sure does have an artist friend. You walk into their neatly arranged room that shines, spick and span, with their own drawings adorning their walls, and vibrant colour pencils smiling at you, you forget that you were depressed a minute ago. You open their drawing book and stand wonderstruck at the marvellous creations on those pages, you forget that you have a problem to face tomorrow. You gift them something, they cherish it and send you drawings as 'thank you' cards. They surprise you by gifting you a drawing of your favourite person on your bday. I think everyone has to have an artist friend in their life. They are a gift to human kind.❤❤     

It was the last day in college and the bags were packed and resting in one corner in my room. I could hear echoes of laughter and crying as I was about to bid goodbye to my room. Stressing out on so many things that I had to do, I ran around trying to avoid people who were leaving from different parts of the hostel. I was the last one to book my ticket to travel back home and the first one to leave. I was so glad that I got to leave first so that I didn’t have to stay back and see my friends leave. When the moment came, I was satisfied with the fact that I spent a decent amount of time in that beautiful campus, which was never enough anyway. And I had done my duties of writing farewell letters to my friends and leaving it on beds and running away. Soon it was time to book one last cab from the college hostel. The cab on arriving never let me cry, instead we were all laughing at the really really micro car that pulled over before us. I stood there looking at my friends loading my lugg