It's my dreams that keep haunting me... whispering, nudging, pushing me to write-whatever I feel, whatever my heart quietly holds. What started as just a passing thought slowly turned into something I breathe. Writing became the world where my imagination finds a home, where characters come alive, and where emotions find meaning in every line.

I live within the stories I create-in their smiles, their silence, their chaos. Every chapter I write connects the scattered dots of my mind into something that feels right, something that makes sense.

This world I build with words gives me peace. It gives me wings to fly away from reality, even if just for a while.