I write only for myself. Yes, I am that selfish. You see, I've never been the type of person who'd write so I can please others, or reach out to other people. Sometimes, things just happen and someone suddenly stumbles into my stories. Some people like them, some people don't. I just shrug my shoulders and bear it.
Also, I have this tendency to write stories that may or may not be chronological. I tell it as I remember it and not in any particular order. I guess this gives me the freedom to write down stuff in very which way. Only goes to show how much of a scatter-brained person I am.
Anyway, now that you have stumbled into this story, just read it. You may or may not learn anything, but I hope you'd enjoy the story as much as I did writing it.
Oh, this may be a balance of fact and fiction. Sometimes the lines are too blurred to make sense of it. Any similarities to your life and/or other people's life may just be similarities or maybe it's that particular life I'm writing about. Who knows? I'm just doing this word per word, sentence per sentence and thought per thought.
YOU ARE READING
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Romanzi rosa / ChickLitA story about love, life and the crazy meanderings in between.