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Technique of writing

To write means to relax.It is truly a work the first give peace to the writer.each writer definitely can not deny it.
   Last evening. It was 30th September. After attending a farewell meeting of retired person my mind was in pressure thinking about my own retirement. I actually was not thinking myself. My mind was automatically thinking. It was like shouting at me. Returning home I paused. I looked at books around in my bedroom. A thought flashed like lightning in a cloudy sky . I immediately wrote down in the note pad. Some one inside appeared before me and said ,"Okay. Now go and finish other work ." And some one inside said, " end the story please." As I was conscious, I wrote down whole thing whatever was comming from inside. It is of course a messy draft,but after writing  I felt better and relaxed.
So,
Write down whatever comming from inside in your journal. 
Already end the story, paragraph or a chapter later to edit.
Your writing is your tool to relax.
It depends upon you if you want to publish.
Observe the world around and write everything. 
Don't stop the writing call of your friend within.
Be brave .
Never be lazy.
Write a lot and read a lot.
Happy writing. 
Have a good day.

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