Khayali Biryani blogs

In 3rd standard, I remember narrating an essay about rain during my school assembly. It was just five points i had researched and written down but when I went back to my classmates, they told me that the principal ma'am had also clapped for me along with others. I never understood the gravity of what her clapping was, neither did I understand what it meant when people said I wrote well. I just wrote for the joy of it and the escape it brought. But here I am now. Seriously writing away.