Welcome ladies and gentlemen to my very first post. I am a noobie and pretty new to storytelling, but I promise to engage you and improve as we proceed forward. Many of the things will sound philosophical but I will try to downstream as much as I can.
To begin as the same way any/every story starts with, a prince or so-called prince is born, ” I am sorry but every storyteller is almost trapped in this same old boring beginning of every story crap. So a boy named “Kabir” is born in the wonderful city of Ahmedabad, FYI “I know names will be changed causing confusion, but those who know me personally can relate to who they are” and for others, let’s start with a fresh note. This little fellow Kabir is born in a middle-class family nurtured well by his parents. Okay! Let’s make him grow until when he starts understanding, it’s our story not like Game of Thrones, where we have to run according to the plot.
Talking about this little fellow, a kid with dreams high as the sky but reality below his feet wants to live like his imaginary mind wants to live. “But my dear mind, the reality is cruel and it doesn’t play by our rules” that’s what he said when he started understanding what he wanted. Riding his baby tricycle, “I always love to ride” said little Kabir flaunting his tricycle across the streets. He who doesn’t remember his childhood is a sad person, ” You are too innocent to be true and too adorable to be cuddled always.
Kabir used to talk to himself about cars, about machines and about how bad humans are always, same old geeky guy stuff. However, he who loves materialistic stuff has a bad character is what people say and believe to be fact, node your head if I am wrong. See you guys think the same way as well, its a bullshit trust me. To be frank, I never used to worry about how this world is out of the story-verse. Many of you guys might be the relating to the fact that life is huddle game, pushing you to your fullest and making you delighted at particular point of time.
As little boy, I loved stories and pardon me if I don’t be on the same page as many of you with the horror stories stuffs. One of the many reasons was, I used to pee in bed when I heard a horror story at night, thats how sacred I was from ghosts. Fearing from ghosts and feeling empowered by superhero stuff that was me in my early childhood.
With that being said, lets end “The Beginning”. Thanks for bearing with me and taking your time out. Behold for the upcoming chapters. There is lot to come.
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