There are stories all around us. All that is required is a little empathy on our part to patiently listen to people around us Each one of us lives through stories in life. What is each incident, each event, if not a story in itself? And, when there are stories, then there is an urge to narrate, and an urge to be heard. It could be the silent wail of desperation seeking help; or it could be the desire to be appreciated, to be accepted. The Internet is an interesting place to be at. However, if someone had told me even at the turn of the century the remarkable changes that this virtual entite would bring into our lives, I would have laughed. My story is not about the internet though; but the way it has helped us cope. I read somewhere on the virtual world recently that there are libraries in Denmark, and in 50-odd other countries, where you rent humans for 30 minutes to recount their stories. A quick search on the net revealed that there are at least three human library groups in India on Facebook. I too started writing on social media a few years back. The sporadic writing turned into a passion so strong that now I must write something each day. It was my way of overcoming introverted nature. I could express my feelings and emotions without fear of being judged. I was returning home by train recently after attending a literature festival at a university in Gujarat, where I also interacted with young adults during a creative writing workshop on storytelling conducted by me. Almost all the students were from small towns in India. Without exception, all of them had been inspired by someone close. More importantly, I could sense an urge in these young creative minds to write these stories that had motivated them so much.