The pencil of your mind

moves and scribbles

writes and draws

pokes holes in pages

tearing them.

Every stroke

every letter

every shape

speak up stories

you weave into them.

I listen to them

see through them

marvel over them


roll over laughing.



I am

the storyteller

that you are

I am privy to a lot of stories these days, stories which Dhruv sews, weaves and tells and they are coming in huge waves.

He also pushes me to keep on writing my stories in his own innocent ways. Like the conversation both of us had a few weeks back-

Me: Oh Dhruv, I don’t know where time flies off these days. I have not been able to work on my stories.

Quickly came the reply.

Dhruv : Mummy why do you keep on wasting your time?

Motivated by his never ending tales, I intend to start a new category under the name ‘Dhruv’s the storyteller’. I am sure those stories are going to plaster smiles all over.

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