"Once upon a time, there was a small girl who loved to tell stories. She weaved them, in her mind, with great care. From the smallest butterfly to the vast sky, everything inspired her. She looked at the night sky and the shining stars talked to her...whispered amusing stories to her. The clouds created fantastic worlds before her eyes.
Her stories were not only confined to fairy tales but traveled through ages and talked about the kings and queens, the great warriors... they reached out to other worlds in search of marvels of powers beyond humans. She tamed the fancies of her imagination and was never tired of it...
And then, the girl grew up and her stories were no more ready to live in confinements of her brain. They wanted to break free and reach out to other people. Those stories and dreams held her hand and gave her a pen and paper. As she touched the paper with pen, the stories began to flow from her mind to hand to pen and came out onto the paper. They found a new world. A world where they could flourish... where they could roam freely and interact with people other than their creator.
Similarly, more and more stories found their way to the paper and the stories began flying in all directions and people around the world saw their beauty. Everyone asked them, "Who is your creator...who gave you so much beauty?" And the stories told them the name of the young girl who had been nourishing them throughout her childhood, the girl with whom these stories and dreams had grown up to attain their beauty.
As the stories flew to far away lands, the admiration and appreciation began to flow in towards the girl. She bathed in the glory and her dreams grew bigger and more beautiful. She kept on creating and setting free more stories and she became a writer.
