Words.

Few things make me as happy as writing does. I remember penning down my own stories after getting inspired by my books when I was 6. It always had to be glorious, something reminiscent of all human behaviour, something very tangible and something chokingly reminding of the best and worst of humanity. My first books were fairy tales, Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty, and the likes. By the time I turned 7, I was already seeking thrillers after reading the works of  Enid Blyton and abridged versions of Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn adventures. Then I went through a period of romance, Black Beauty, David Copperfield,  and Jane Austen's works really made me live a side of life I otherwise wouldn't have explored. The point is I life for words. I read, write, sing and even dance with words. That's all that I love and care about. Words. Stories. 

Love, peace.

An Earthian.