Accidental Writers.

About a couple of years ago, I had started writing a novel. I couldn't move beyond a couple of chapters, as I was pursuing an internship that was really a hectic one and then some other things consumed me. Today, I am presenting you with something, that could have been a prologue to that book, or as we electronics engineers prefer to call it, the chapter zero. But this is not just a blog post, it's more of a question: How good/bad I am at writing? And I am seeking an answer from all of you. So please read it carefully, give your honest feedbacks through your comments and also share it, so that I can get more feedbacks. Without consuming more time, let me present, perhaps, the biggest question of the world: Chapter zero Where am I? A beach? Oh yes, a beach. This beach looks so ravishing in the moonlight. Actually, every beach looks ravishing in such a shining moonlight. Or maybe, this moon couldn’t stop itself from spreading his silver light when he looked in the blue...

At the horizon, I see a light, not so bright, but I see a light, through the paradox of burning mind and frozen night, I see a light. In this darkness so dark, I see a ray, a ray of hope, making me believe, somewhere far away from this world, of dancing shadows, and frightening cries, there exists a light. At the thin line, of fantasy and reality, I see a dream,  a new dream, shaking rigid walls of an Orthodox castle, and I hear a voice, a loud voice breaking the spell of silence. And then, I overlook the horizon, to peek into my heart, and I see a face, a familiar face, but with some desire in its eyes, yes, I see a desire, a desire to be the flame, eager to burn, eager to be the sun. Now I realise, the horizon is just a mirror, reflecting my dream, reflecting my heart, in my heart, I find my LIGHT.