Let me start off by thanking my mother who instilled in me the passion for reading, the love for English and the courage to write. I am a person who likes to watch the world. I believe there is a story in everyone's eyes, everyone has stories to tell and each one of us is the author of our stories called life. I would compare myself to a girl sitting in a bus and watching the world moving through the window pane. The world moves on and I simply watch. And that is where I make stories.
PICNSTORY was a great platform to me to start. I thank PICNSTORY for letting me feel the joy of being an author for the first time and for making me realize that this is where I belong...in the world of stories. Pain has always been my greatest inspiration to write. I am proud that I am able to feel others' pain, to empathize, to sense that we are all one. Writing has been my way of expression of pain since childhood. But sometimes pain is beyond my expressions. When Aylan kurdi, the Syrian boy washed up on the shore, it was not my pen that wept but the mother in me. You may wonder why I am mentioning this here to which I don't have an answer either. To put in a nutshell, I am just a traveller who is seeking stories rather than destinations and as long as there is life, I will not fall short of stories.
Mirage
Differences
Swirls
Incurable
A Father's Treasure
The Fall
The Unfinished Coffee
Scars Of a Rose
Keeper Of The Logs