long time that i have been listeneing to stories...
stories of those storytellers that i have looked upto...
there is a certain awe...when you open your mouth to speak...and you have so many beautiful words that i want to fill my universe with...
but i know you have just told me that story because i was around...you dint make the story for me...it comes to you...just like i come to you and look at you and you know that you have to tell a story now...
i dont know why i am the chosen one
perhaps because someday i would have my own stories to tell...
but my stories will be different..they will be stories that people can keep......i hate returning the stories that i have loved...and i hate listening to your stories when i cant walk away into the horizon holding your hand walking to the end of that story...and yet i am listening to your story now...
