Writing feels like being asked to be friends with the volcano, having the breakfast of the thunderstorm and feeling drowsy on the lap of the wild forest
Writing feels like bungee jumping from the high places and floating on the water feeling elated and

Writing feels like taking a long walk with the chilled wind, feeling cold in the body but warm in the heart!

Writing feels like sitting on the lap of a large body of water, but feeling wonderfully dry and comfortable

Writing feels like squaring off all your liabilities and throwing away your credit cards, cutting them into minuscule pieces

Writing feels like stumble upon wonderful web pages, photos and people; making friends with them all and enjoying the happiness of getting introduced to the anonymous web world with its fullest glory