For years, all my stories were just locked inside my head, for my own amusement. But, stuck in there, they would bother me and distract me. I don't know how, but I started writing some of those down and I was amazed that there are people who are interested in reading these crazy fantasies of mine. It keeps amazing me.

It is weird, screwed up but writing is the only thing that satisfies the huge hollow in my head. My head keeps churning out these characters and cooking these different circumstances. I write them, and I get them out and I move on. Yes, I want to write full time. I just hope I can afford to do that soon. I am keeping my fingers crossed that I don't go insane by then. (kidding ;p)

Generally, I am a dreamy girl and I am usually zoned out for the most part of my day. This is the only place that I live, am fully present and express myself unabashedly. Talk to me, if anybody is in the same boat. If you read this and think I am fucked up: you are absolutely right -I am. Still, read my stories. 

Also, if you are reading this, you probably read something I wrote - Thanks for that - for, your interest and comments are probably the only reason I continue to write. [I am not completely sure of this statement, maybe I would still write, even if everybody ignored me. I guess a better way to put it is : Your interest and comments nourish the writer in me. It encourages me and prevents me from feeling disheartened. I greatly appreciate that.]

God bless you guys for bearing with me. Cheers!! Love - Sindhu Shivani.