The fan in the room was moving fast. The table between the two sofas sat on it. And she was waiting for the question.
How do you use the magic of words?
"As I write, emotions come to me. I decorate a plate of colors and then cover the characters with the colors they like. They go to the sun. This is no wonder, but people think. . "
With a simple smile, Tara replied. She was a famous writer. People would even hear her name and say, "Oh maha, yes I know". she is the hero. Today she was interviewed. The questions were as unique as the one for the villager.
"So you think the words adorn with emotion? Not safely.
"Absolutely. Safe is like paper. Something will burst. Someone will burn. But the feeling is like a fragrance filled chest. Just open the lid and scatter it."
You write love as if you have a deep connection to love.
"Who does not belong to love? On earth, our heart is the only place that must be filled with the love of someone else.
What are your intentions in the coming days?
"Don't ask for my intentions. I fly very high. It takes time to get down even if you get cut off. Who knows what the previous one is? If not, then the intention is not there.
she smiled and finished the look and stared at the page that had just become the home of the words that came out of his pen. Then she got up and pulled out a file from the side table. Go to the one in which the uppercase letters "Maha Owais Writings" was written .Then the page was grabbed and planted in the file .If one look was put on the pages below it and then closed the file with a smile.
As usual, he put it in a page file. Publishers needed money to print this book and she had more words and less money. she also printed the book himself and became famous herself. she also dreamed of herself and then dreamed of interpretation.
The fan was still moving so fast, yet its grip on its pages could not be blown.
