The Typewriter 

Y O U.

Every morning, she found the same three letters etched onto the piece of paper on her dusty old type writer. 

The presence was too big to ignore. She felt it. In the air. Something calling out to her…

Another writer with a busy life. She was torn in between making a living and wanting to live. 

© Abirami 

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    1. It’s the one struggle that almost everyone goes through. It’s the sad truth of life. :/ and thank you 🙂 I’m glad you enjoyed the post. It means a lot to me!

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  1. “What is the world’s greatest lie?” the little boy asks. The old man replies, “It’s this: that at a certain point in our lives, we lose control of what’s happening to us, and our lives become controlled by fate.”

    I got reminded of this quote from The Alchemist..

    And yes, not everyone gets to making a living and living through it! That’s mostly the hardest compromise in life..

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