Words emerged out of ink,
Dripping from the tip of the pen.
Slowly they transformed themselves
Into sentences which covered lines.
These very lines added up
Forming tiny, tiny paragraphs,
And each tiny paragraph
Gave birth to many more.
Gradually a new universe was born,
One which was never trodden upon,
And that, my dear dreamers,
Is how a story is born…
Written By: Shambhavee Uthiran
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