I have always been fascinated by people who write well and have a vast vocabulary. Actually, my dad is great with words and writes well. Sadly, I couldn't pick up that skill from him. Sitting thousand miles away from him, I sometimes feel that I could have learnt a lot from him. He's an interesting man who is quite talented, never really talked about it openly. For example, he has never received any formal music training but can play flute, harmonica, guitar, harmonium, synthesiser. I guess he just one of those people who have the knack of picking up things easily and don't really need any guidance. But this story is not about my dad, its about me.
And this is just the begining. I want to write more and say more...
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