I’m writing this note with a very heavy heart and a lot of disappointment. I’ve been reading your stories since the lockdown. Somewhere along the way, they stopped being just stories and quietly became a part of my life. I got emotionally connected to the characters, to the emotions, to the world you created—because that’s what good writing does. It makes readers feel, it makes them stay. Then one day, you disappeared. No communication, no update—just silence. And like fools, we waited. We kept hoping. After a long time, when you finally returned and I saw that one notification again, I can’t even explain how happy I felt. It genuinely meant something. But then it happened again—this hide and seek with your readers. I truly understand that you have a life beyond writing—family, work, responsibilities. I respect that completely. But sometimes I wonder how much it really takes to drop a small message, a simple update. Because while you move on, readers stay… waiting. I know it was our mistake to get so deeply involved, to build expectations. And I want to be clear—this message is not to spread negativity or to harass you in any way. It’s only to express the disappointment I’ve been carrying. To be honest, I don’t think I’ll come back to your stories again. Not out of anger, but to protect myself from expectations that keep getting crushed. I know this may not make any difference to you, and it may not even matter—and that’s okay.
This message comes purely from disappointment and from the unspoken expectations a reader silently carries for a writer they admire. It is not meant to bully you, only to be honest about how it felt.