Why do I write? I think I finally understood what it truly meant to me only in the past few months. You know you have these moments of stark clarity, epiphanies, if you may, where you finally understand- something similar I suppose.
I want to make a difference in other’s lives; leave behind even perhaps the slightest of impressions that would change something for the better in their lives. I want to be able to write in a way that people can relate to it, and know that they are not alone. I want my writing to give someone out there hope.
Whenever someone tells me they relate to what I write, or that it gave them hope, that, that is the highlight of the day for me.
And that, I want that to be my legacy.
Who I am?
Well, just another girl working in Bangalore, dreaming of big silly things and trying her level best to make the most of life. She’s also a bit lost between tea, coffee, books and occasionally running away from Bangalore to far-off and nearby destinations. She also tends to drift away in the middle of long conversations, then nods her head emphatically to pretend understanding. She’s been told she’s too nice, but she tends to think of herself as leaning a bit more to the dark side, despite what people say. In short, she’s just another soul like anyone else out there.