I love writing. What else is there? Well, now that I think about it, Harry Potter, One Direction, Little Mix. Books. Swimming. Volleyball. But most of all, writing. Writing above all.
These were autumn mornings, the time of year when kings of old went forth to conquest; and I, never stirring from my little corner in Calcutta, would let my mind wander over the whole world. — Rabindranath Tagore, The Cabuliwallah