Walking towards another door, with rays of sunshine cuddled up cozily in all those bright sides of mind, eyes could only meet pictures painted with neon brights. Pressing the handle and seeing the cascading light through the sides, the curled up ones could only leap with joy. A new year, a new path, few choices and beads of memories to fuel the ethereal spark inside.
Alan Maria Jose
A versatile and creative woman of letters seeking to refine the innate skill for writing. I believe that the true joy of a writer is being able to paint magnificent pictures of world with words that is thought provoking and that lingers in the minds of readers. Hence, on continuous pursuit to achieve the joy of writing. Highly organized and always enthusiastic to learn new things. Follows a personal style of writing and maintains a positive attitude through out the articles. I see the art of writing like knitting a fabric to which you add embroidery of creativity and beads of perfection.