The urge to write is sparked off in many ways – a thought, an image, a sound, a fragrance, a dream, memories or maybe just an experience. Little do I know when the strain of inspiration will hit me next. What I do know is that when it does, I will be ready – waiting with pen, paper, laptop and bated breath – looking at life through my rose tinted glasses struggling to capture the moment before it vanishes into the distance.
There would be times when I will take off my rosy shades to look at life with a different perspective. I will laugh, sulk, cry, feel blue, despair, soar, smile and paint my pictures in roseate, blush, fuchsia or ashes of roses.