Here I am...

I wake up in the morning and find loads of work around me. I look into the mirror, tired and exhausted to find out where I am? I start my day before sunrise and try to keep up with the busy work schedule. I try to find out where I am? Having a cup of coffee alone makes me feel the chills of emptiness. When I enter the kitchen to cook for myself, totally blank as I don't have any idea of what I love to eat. This kills my hunger and I keep working. When I visit the market, I find it strange, women shopping for themselves. Of course, I never shop for myself, well I am so busy that such things don't strike my mind. There's always a question in my mind, where am I? I finally fall asleep reading a book. I have become a bot, that works for hours and hours and hours.

But one fine Sunday morning, while cleaning the store I found a typewriter. I had only typed my name and just went typing and typing and typing for hours... Do you know what I typed for so long? The story you are reading right now is what I typed... I felt my heart beating with every click of the key (typewriter's key). Somewhere I felt, I am still alive. My typewriter became my best friend and it gave me the solution to my question. Spending time with my typewriter every day and writing my heart out for hours made me feel HERE I AM... I felt my soul and a reason to live...