Creative Writing Workshop

 

It was drizzling since morning, my journey towards Wymering Manor. I took a taxi because it was a little late. Wymering Manor is a short distance from Portsmouth and South Sea Station. At this time, a song was playing in the taxi.

The Music That was playing.

“I'm a human not a stone

I can make a change and go wherever I want to

They told me maybe I'm too old but there's fire in my soul

The heat is getting higher I feel that I'm on fire

The world is my desire”

My Note.

The one who lived in this house with his family, his noble the price has to be paid. Every wear of this house has left the mark of his life style. His used radio piano or the furniture’s are all reflections of his life style. Now after many decades, every time I come near this manor, this house wants to tell me again and again.  I'm a human not a stone………………….

Architecture seems to me more of a lifestyle than a profession. Because in our sketches, many things are hidden as well as reflected.

My Presentation.

We all are leaving Wymering Manor after the Workshop.