The day I met Margaret Atwood!
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Margaret Atwood (Source: Wikimedia Commons) I don't know the venue yet. All I see is her eyes, red lipstick and her smile. She looked at me and asked me to sit next to her. I saw her solid blue blazer and pants. I couldn't express what I felt at that point as tears rolled down my cheeks. She caught my hand and smiled. All I could do was smile at her now. She patiently waited for me to return back to my senses.Picking myself from there I asked, "What mistake am I making right now? How can I correct it?" She smiled, and said, "You have been pressurizing yourself to write 100%." Seeing my confused expression, she said, "You expect yourself to write always or to put it more accurately, you expect yourself to write 'THE BEST' when you take your pen. Imperfections are fine too. You can pick it up from there later." "Do you do that too?" I asked. "Absolutely!" I heard an alarm which indicated that the time allotted to meet her...