Molly
My paternal grandfather was fond of Urdu poetry. His lyrical sensations often appeared in the newspapers. But no one in our family was appreciative of his talent. He was a mere breadwinner. His deepest thoughts were strangely unidentifiable. Though he was an intelligent human being, he failed to embrace the natural progression of life which consequently hastened his departure from the creative earth where he justly belonged. His cessation temporarily curtailed my own passage into the destined planet.
Fate led me to this staggering labyrinth from which I arose to reclaim depth and thoughtful qualities. To uncover concealed brilliance and to impart unpaid recognition to my grandfather, I embarked upon this journey into my essence.
In conclusion, I began writing to get in touch with my roots. And in process, I acquired the gift of LIFE.
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