By the time Nidhi was eighteen the passion for writing in her had reached great heights. Writing had become the only source of excitement for her in the dull life she was forced to live. The most precious time of the day for her was after eleven when everyone was in bed and she could let her trapped emotions fly. Her dull life was a blessing in disguise for Nidhi as her imaginations knew no bounds.
It was one such day in May when she was in school and her precious diary dropped from her bag where her stories and poetry were written. It had gone unnoticed by her and it landed in the hands of her English teacher Mrs. Ganguly. She was surprised by the deep emotions Nidhi's writings conveyed. It shook her to the bottom realising how much she must have suffered to have been able to express such feelings. The lack of love in her life was clearly visible in her words.
Nidhi soon realised that her most precious possession was missing from her bag. She went wild looking for her diary. She was walking through the corridor looking for it when she collided with Mrs. Ganguly. Mrs.Ganguly could easily read the worry in Nidhi's face. She politely asked Nidhi "What is it my child, you look so worried?" Nidhi, who was lost in her own world replied that she has lost something which is very dear to her. When Mrs. Ganguly showed her the diary her face lit up glowing with the power of a thousand watts. From that day onwards Nidhi's life completely changed forever.
Today she is standing were she dreamt to be. But why anonymous? Why is she hidden under a pseudonym? The answer to this lies in this book itself. To know what happens follow her in the journey of her life. Her last book which surprisingly is her autobiography "The Flying Streaks Of Colour".
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The Flying Streaks Of Colour
Non-Fiction#543 in random on 3rd April 2018 When a girl rebels she crushes everything under her feet
