The First time I Started writing....

It was a casual midday bus journey from our school situated in Dugaon to my apartment where the only companion who didn't part with anyone was the feeling of falling asleep. Sunny day with a covering of clouds was how the sky appeared from my window pane. A mere canvas on which the nature's bliss seemed as if the colours and heaven's harmony as the painting brush.

I was seated on the second bench. It was a window seat and so the soft touch of the wind chased my hair locks. A happy breeze with a swift smile was how I picturised myself!

A blank ruled sheet and a pen was in my hand. The fountain of thoughts was overflowing my mind. The very first time I was thinking of writing something, something unique which would frame my personality for the rest of my life. 

Yes, the first time I started writing a poem on my own. I was 12 years young. 

The title written was very obvious -' My Dream'. The dream of acquiring a name was hidden in that golden case. 

It's every stanza was good enough to please the hearts of the readers but the overall finish was still amateur. The essence of carving out words into phrases, phrases into stanzas and finally stanzas into a poem was so alluring that I still remember the very second's moment too.