Mom, I wanna be a writer...

Those are the days when writing was such a pleasurous task to do. Everybody got a favorite window to stare. I got one in my old house, which I stared all through my childhood. Watching those clear night sky was so much fun, when writing up essays about life and object, sharpening the pencil to get the perfect blurred tip to sketch down some thought, wasn't that fun!! Today I do much of my diary writings with sketches of scenes I saw that day, with illustrative commentary. Looking back, I wrote so many things, funny and serious, straight and blended, often walking forth with the thought boundaries and ignorant visibility. Are writers respected in our society? (society = country). Shobha De has mixed reception, Robin Sharma enjoyed momentary glory, Chetan Bhagat found financial success. Is that all? I believe in something more. Mom, I wanna be a writer...