In this age of generative AI, I found something priceless—an old handwritten poem from my 7th/8th-grade self. No proofreading, no grammar checks, no spell-correct… just pure, unfiltered imagination.
Back then, creativity came from doodling in the margins, inventing big words, and believing every line sounded poetic.
Reading it now made me smile, laugh, and even feel a little emotional. It’s a reminder that before AI polished our writing, we weren’t afraid to be messy, bold, and wonderfully original.
Some creativity doesn’t need algorithms—just a child’s mind and a pen. 😊✍️✨**
Rachana Bahel
