I got a lot today and I feel nothing but proud but with too much pain in mind… yeah thats actually a thing.
Things and reasons of my survival: Words+Nature+Life Each and every person has a story to tell and I want to be their writer. Travelling for me is like coming home and living out of a suitcase, well that’s what I want to be. Philanthropist at soul. Loves Nature. Adore kids. Love gyan. Laughing is a therapy. Who Am I? A nomadic at heart, crazy in mind and childish in bones. I never really felt connected with the normal day to day life and always felt that there is something strangely wrong with everyone around me who are busy running behind their “ducks in a row” or I am funnily crooked up in head. My writing process started as an attempt to understand my role in all this jazz around me. So here I am, writing away to glory. Not sure what I want to achieve but who cares, right?