Hey there,

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This one is about writing your own future.

 

Penning down figments of my imagination is a form of art that I want to master. Not only because it’s fun to read but because it comes true.

A couple of fortnights back, I reignited my hobby of writing. That resulted in me unearthing the fact that writing for me, eclipses anything I’ve ever known in terms of my love for things (I haven’t reached where I want to be, nevertheless, the effort will remain eternal).

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Regardless, my go-to setting for a story are the confines of a café. I love cafés and hadn’t been to any good ones in a while so all the stories that I splattered on my laptop were actually scattered bits of memories from the past (with mini insertions of how I want my interactions at a café to be like, but let’s tuck that away into the box of things we will never speak of again).

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Here comes the aspect that makes writing and manifesting unintentionally while writing, worthwhile. This particular issue is being written in a cloistered café, somewhere in the middle of Old Town, Prague.

There's a picture going with it, hence proving that we don't bluff often.

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