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Journey to wings 2 words ❤️

What makes a writer?
Most of the quotes says- Pain, love,betrayal and such things.
Today I am going to share the true story behind the making of a writer.
The story which belongs to me which defines me what I am today, where I have reached, and where I am heading to.
I started my journey by writing my first poem in around may be 8th standard whose title was “Treasure of life” It was based on friendship, I even don't know where it is. I was sitting alone and wrote whatever came into my mind. Then, back-to-back I wrote few poems which lost somewhere in the pieces of paper after that once my younger sister had to recite a poem self written on 26th January function in her school, she started approaching me please c'mon pallo you can you should after making her my servant for a day, I wrote a poem for her. Next day, she performed and that day what I heard was the first thing where I realized Yes, there is surely some magic in my pen. She told me apart from standing ovations and applause, her Hindi subject's teacher came on the stage wiping her tears away and hugged her. I was amazed to see such an appreciation.

Life moved on in between studies, tutions and engineering. I lost my magic, my pen, my ink and everything. But there came again a point in my life, I made installed an app named “evernote” to write something and specially to keep it safe because I lost all my childhood write ups. I wrote like my personal diary stuffs then one day I saw posts on Instagram of quotes like there was an image and something written over it which turned drastically in second line changing the meaning of quote within few words, I was amazed like whooo I should try something like this. I wrote 5 or 10 quotes like that but never published any. It was between my app and me that's it. Even my friends didn't know I sometimes write, It was the biggest secret as It didn't suit to my personality which was in front of everyone.

One day I came across an app “YOURQUOTE” writer's social platform. I got shelter, my home. I posted my first quote on 21 January 2017.

He asked her what you wish for New Year?
“ Years should be New,.
Not the same people new,
In New Year! ”
smiling lips n teary eyes replied.

It's been one year and my journey has taken me to the place where I have posted 350 quotes ❤️ including poems with more than 150 followers on your quote.
Not just this, people's reposting your quotes, sharing comments like they got emotional on reading this or goosebumps, people's bookmarking your quote appreciation starts coming over from everywhere. I can't explain the feeling of being called writer. This is the place where I got power to ink, it carved out my hidden talent, it gave wings to my words, it made me meet my inner self, the real me, my own thoughts. Just not this, IT MADE MY NAME GOOGLEABLE. Just on the google search write PALLAVI JOSHI and there It is, my quotes with my photograph. It was dream come true. 😍

It was then just one step, In the way of my dreams of getting published someday somewhere may be. I met “Flavours of Instagram” and there It happened everything. I got published in one poem book, one short story and two quote books. From penning down notes in engineering to shreading feelings through ink, my journey turned me from writer to published writer.

One thing I learnt through this was.
Follow yourself, Believe in yourself,
Let yourself take you out on the journey which you haven't ever imagined yourself,
Live your dreams,
Turn your passions into reality,
Stand out of crowd,
Don't let your talents be just hidden talent let it spread out.

Here I am now, having my personal blog “WINGS 2 WORDS” even having my own poetry recitation YouTube channel with same name which will be more active soon this year taking me more close to the world to where I belong.

PS- Just take one step out, your destiny will make the way out of the no ways.
Cheers to one year of my writings.❤️

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