Worse that can happen

Rot is inevitable but try to be fragrant even in decay. [Photo by Earl Wilcox on Unsplash]

The year was 2002.

I knew already that I was going to be a writer. Not sure how or where or what though. But deep down my muzzled mind, I was quite aware of my desire to write. So much so I even joined a typing class during the summer vacation. Turned out I was the…