We are all born with it
A clean slate
With no form, shape, or colour
We write on it
Rewrite
Or smudge
But it always wipes itself clean
And welcomes a new thought
Written with coloured chalk
Perhaps an untold tale
Perhaps the past, present, future, and everything in between
And sometimes nothing
Back to being a clean slate.
An infinite expanse
That breathes.
That thinks.
That creates. A space that is my world.
My mind.
And waits for me
On my writing desk.
Vaishali Shroff is a freelance writer and editor and runs a reading club (www.eikthirani.wordpress.com) for children in Pune. Her work has been published in over 10 titles of the Chicken Soup India Series, her children’s stories can be read at smories (http://www.smories.com/author/vaishali-shroff/) and she can’t wait for her first children’s book to be out.
I like it . . . alot!
Thank you, Kathie. 🙂