Hey! My name is Bhakti. Many of you already know me. But this is for those who are unaware. Writing is my passion. It is just next to breathing.
Trust me when I compose on one specific subject, it isn't so natural for me to pen down it. It takes an hour to finish that article. I cry, I wipe my tears, go on a walk, breath fresh air, and again continue the rest. At the point when individuals reveal to me that I generally make them cry when they read my reviews then simply think for second how excruciating it would have been for me to compose it. To form my emotions, my existence into words, and frame it in front of the world. Subjects like DEATH and WAITING isn't that straight and simple to compose. It's insanely troublesome. How broken I feel to try and type or hold my pen. Anyways this was all about writing.
Professionally, I am in my graduation year (4th year) of BHM.
Other than writing, traveling is what I love.
Coffee and Red Wine always cheers me up.
Kinda Thalassophile🏖, Pluviophile☔️ & Selenophile🌒
I hope you all enjoy reading this new #fictional story.
Happy Reading
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