Sincerely, The girl who left words Unsaid

Author's Note

I have only dreamt of being a writer ever since I realized I have to be something in life. But the problem was that I never thought I could be one because I never felt like my writings were as powerful as Bukowski or Kafka, as intriguing as Carlos Ruiz Zafon, and definitely not as patient as Kate Morton. But deep down, to be shamelessly honest I always knew someday I would write for sure. 

Not many know but when I was young in school, I was this undeserving literate who never cared about reading books.  I used to surf pages and scream out in the library that I am the fastest reader just to be noticed. Truth be told, I am the slowest reader. The very first book which I read was Enid Blyton's Secret Seven. I still remember how I felt holding the paperback when I reached the last page. I was sure that I want to become a detective by then because I had lived in the shoes of those 7 brats. 

I read because I wanted to be like those characters and confide between those pages because growing up I had very few people to talk to. I then started writing rhymes and poetry to express my passion for words and slowly in that process express my thoughts. I thought if I write I could be anyone I want to be, maybe even the better version of myself that would be accepted. I was wrong till the time I realized I just like to write because I want to express what I felt and who I really am without seeking anyone's approval. 

I usually skip the author's note but if you aren't as mean as I am and reading this then I want to thank you first because if you wouldn't be reading this then perhaps these words would be just some letters bound to be lost in the oblivion. 

There are so many people I can think of right now as I write this. Starting off with the person who will always be my lifeline Sanam, my younger brother, mom, dad, and my grandparents, this is a tribute to you all. My dad's brother-in-law who also is my godfather and my mom's eldest sister who also is my godmother are very important to me in this process because the former taught me how to write and later believed in me without even reading a word. 

My childhood friends from school, friends from my first workplace and the ones I have sent the link personally.- These are those friends of mine whom I trust just about enough to be honest as I write this because over the last one decade or half a decade for few I realized these are the ones that stuck by me and god knows how.  The fact that I am mentioning them now, is just me acknowledging my bond with these lame asses because sharing the joy of completing this book would be incomplete without them. 

My one college senior whom I still think I can text, the senior for whom my heart has an unbounded affection, love, and respect, and she is also that writer who once made me realize that abandoning writing was the biggest mistake of my life.

Lastly, because saving the most special person for the end, Bhavya. I am forever indebted to you for saving me from me and loving me the way I don't think I have ever been loved.

<I removed the names realizing how difficult it is to explain to people why certain names and why not certain names>>