I had nothing to do this morning and I thought of writing a story to kill my boredom. As soon as I picked up my pencil to write, the first thing that came to my mind was to write a story about an athlete who met with an accident and was crippled for life and how she copes with the *murderously* competitive world. Then i realised that all the stories that I've written so far have always been about either a cancer patient or a war-affected area or about Indo-Pak conflicts(read: riots in Kashmir) or drug addiction. All these stories have had sad endings. Never have I written about the love shown by a mother to her child or the little things in life which bring enormous pleasure to a person... I wonder why I always start and end a story on a sad note... Is everything around us so full of grief and sadness or is it just my mindset...
I wonder what it is...
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