A writer is how I would love to have myself defined as. My life revolves around plants, poetry, people and my career. Those who know me will tell you that I’m an explicit extrovert, a helpless romantic, a confessed workaholic, an avid reader and a feminist above all. Even when I’m just thinking, I think of how I will write those emotions down, finding the right word and method. I finish most of my articles in a haste every single time. And constantly worries if the piece is worth it or not.
Hopes to one day write something for myself and not worry of being judged. Yes I am hopelessly prejudiced about my writing and choice of topics. What I want is to be a more unafraid, braver version of myself and then perhaps, my flow of words be effortless and there would be nothing around me that can stop me or bind me.
Yes! I want to get there.