.Writing 101, Day Thirteen: Serial Killer II
Earlier in the course, you wrote about losing something. Today, write about finding something. For your twist, view day four’s post and today’s post as installments in a series.
After coming back from a short trip I found my friend missing. I was shocked. It was a mere doll, it could not go anywhere on its own. My sis-in-law swore that no one touched my belongings when in my absence so there was nothing I could do except mourning.
My mother and sisters tried to console me, they offered to buy a new doll but as I was a grown-up then, I declined and tried to shift my attention to something else.
We were not rich but my parents never hesitated to spend some money in comics and magazines. My uncle used to bring novels from the library. Previously I never paid much heed to them but now encouraged by my mother started devoting my time to them.
I was not disappointed. They helped me overcome my grief. There were other friends also but books were the only ones to which I can turn up anytime, whenever I was depressed.
Now the books were my soul mate and this was the beginning of an everlasting friendship.
Books are always there for everybody, Great post.
On Thu, Jun 19, 2014 at 6:33 PM, Indira's Blog wrote:
And what a wonderful friendship it is!
So true. Thanks for reading.
On Thu, Jun 19, 2014 at 7:03 PM, Indira's Blog wrote: