I need music, I need love, I need inspiration. So I wrote this piece in 2015...Was going through my mails which piled up, I posted in writer's cafe that time and while reading this today, I was utterly shocked. I made this sentences! This story?! Like how's that even possible, reading this felt like I was reading someone Else's and these characters that I built up in the story, I mean, really?! Where did all my vocab go? I got really sucky at writing these days..Seriously reading these shocked me so much... Years of Concealing “I’ll eat you! Do you know why? Cause you’re too chubby!” Spoken like a retarded mother would, playing with her kid’s kiddish charm. Her curls weighed loose on her backless summer dress she wore that day. Her nose crinkled with a face splitting grin every time Joan, my nephew who had just turned two, was making happy sounds. Sounds that apparently carried the appreciation to the compliment Emma just made him; softly stroking his cheeks that fl...