Ever thought of how a life changes drastically by just a grand entrance of an unknown person in your life. Well The Miss Perfectionist Elizabeth Taylor is experiencing the same thing. All her life gets perplexed when she meets a girl with her own im...
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In my words :
"The characters of this book are simply fictional and are the Author's creation. Any similarity of these with something real is merely coincidental ."
# To my Readers #
I'm a beginner in this field, so there will be mistakes and feel free to comment about the flaws in my work. I'm glad to have you all as a part of my Writing Experience.
#Happy Reading # Lots of love From the Author :)✒
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Here it goes..... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
People often recommend Diary Writing to lonely people because it serves as a helpful act which enables you to get over with any incident acting as a chip on your shoulder. Well being the owner of Krio Industries, I'm not a lonely person though. It feels ecstatic when your immense handwork fetches you a great success.
Seriously, as said by someone
"If wishes were horses beggars would ride "
At times when I go through my diary, my old memories change into flashbacks of a movie. I have a habit of reckoning about my past, whenever I get emotional, standing in front of the glass window of my office room, gazing the nature outside. The azured sky and the blowing wind are like an antivirus, scanning all the stress off my mind.
Turning around, facing towards the window, here I think about my past :
