October 20th 2009, was celebrated as the first National Day on writing. It was celebrated to recognize how important writing is to their lives; it tried to draw attention to the remarkable variety of writing that we writers are engaged in. According to the reports The National Day on writing celebrated the foundational place of writing in US, it pointed out the importance of writing instruction and practice at every grade level. It recognized the scope of and range of writing done by the American people and others and honored the use of full range of media composing. The idea behind the celebration of National Day on writing was basically to encourage writers and to give them a ray of hope that they were loosing, to bring them under one roof so that they can share their experience and learn from each other. The celebration done was different in every organization and it helped the writers to improve their writing skills. It also created a common forum for discussion on various topics; it helped out those who are looking forward to take their career as a writer. Many events were organized on the National Day of writing which involved huge number of students and with their participation the students discovered new skills of writing. It is commonly said that a “Pen is mightier that Sword” and what a pen can do a sword may never be able to do. A writer is more dangerous than a soldier, a soldier might kill you but a writer kills your thoughts, dreams, aspiration and fill in them with his. National Day celebration kept emphasis on this and said that since the pen is used to express ideas it creates more influence on the life of the people and thus writing should be respected and honored.
In the town of Havenwood, an unusual epidemic takes over—not one of physical illness, but an outbreak of loneliness. When Lina, a fiery yet secretly tender-hearted skeptic of romance, meets Quinn, a free-spirited artist questioning the same ideas, they are forced to confront whether real connection lies beyond romantic love or if they are truly doomed to solitude. It was a crisp day in Havenwood, and the sky was brooding—dark clouds laced with impatient energy before a thunderstorm, as if even the heavens felt the town’s growing melancholy. It was not the kind of town you would expect to be cloaked in loneliness. Stone cottages lined the narrow, winding roads, and the trees had that sage-like stillness that you only see in stories and dreams. I hadn’t been here long when the problem struck me like a slap in the face: everyone was obsessed with finding The One, as if every single person was but half a person, wandering through life like a lost sock in search of its pair. How did a town ...
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