True are his words as most of the literature is cathartic and therapeutic. When our only child, our son left for higher studies to a far off place, we faced empty nest syndrome. After dropping him at Manipal Institute of Technology, Manipal, when I opened the lock of my home at Yamunanagar, misty and moist eyed, I couldn't hold my tears back.
Gradually, we came to accept the fact that my husband and I have to learn to live alone looking forward to our son's occasional visits. It was only then that my tryst with creative writing began. The first few writeups that I penned, which fortunately got published in distinguished newspapers, were basically the tears that got transfixed as words on paper.
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