I started to write. And I wrote and wrote all through high school.

Short stories are like individual jewel stones on a necklace, wonderful in themselves like standalone gleaming entities of semantic intensity.

Close your eyes and turn your face into the wind. Feel it sweep along your skin in an invisible ocean of exultation. Suddenly, you know you are alive.

I am sure that inspiration will strike multiple times - it always does.

An optimist is neither naive, nor blind to the facts, nor in denial of grim reality. An optimist believes in the optimal usage of all options available, no matter how limited. As such, an optimist always sees the big picture. How else to keep track of all that’s out there? An optimist is simply a proactive realist.

Never look directly at the sun. Instead, look at the sunflower.

Stick around long enough to be someone's friend. Because true friendship, once recognized, in its essence is effortless.