"I can't write without a reader. It's precisely like a kiss-you can't do it alone"
~John Cheever~
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Those are my sentiments exactly, despite what greater authors have said and in spite of what every one who writes says, I cannot be a writer till I have a reader. Without a reader, I am merely a typist, one who captures my imagination in words and who paints in ink. But for that scribbling to come to life, to soar, free and high, I need a reader.
And I have been blessed to find so many of you. This is just a small note:
To all those invisible readers, whose only presence was known by an increase in the reader count - Thank you
To all those silent readers, who read and voted - thank you.
To all those voluble and vocal readers, who left a comment or two or many, I am grateful for the time you have taken to write them out. Despite being a writer, who after a certain point can keep writing on and on (the proof being in the number of chapters and / or the length of the same) I know it is hard to be able to write a comment. So it is with infinite gratitude that I place my appreciation.
And though I should not pick my favourites it would unfair not to mention:
For making such wonderful covers. I have never received any such gift before and it made me giddy with joy.
Diya - for being a sweetheart and leaving wonderful comments, poems, and quotes. Your comments have made my day and each time I go back I fall in love a little more with my story when I read your comments.
A constant companion in this journey of mine, thank you for all those lovely comments
For reading it here, even when it is not a SwaSan version and letting me know that it is still a lovable tale.
For being a silent supporter yet never failing to let me know that she is there. And yes, for her contribution to Aabha's surname (which I switched from Sengupta to Sanyal)
And with this, this journey is truly ended...or maybe not. Hopefully, I will be seeing all you in other tales or in their extended world.
love,
Nyna
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