I find my refuge in words, intricately woven in sentences, put together to make chapters, stacked up in order to make books, which lays the foundation of a surreal world, existing in the mind and maybe, in a parallel universe. Trying to be more inclusive in the world of imagination. Stuttering in real, far more comfortable on a paper or screen. My thoughts are in an eternal state of being messy.
 ✔Music lover (Indian melodies)
✔Amateur writer (noob would be much more suitable)
✔Potter Head (Gryffindor somehow)