Writing a story feels as easy as making a to-do list or planning your day. It's like those random melodies you can hum without any lyrics, effortlessly flowing from your mind. But as easy as it seems to conceive, it's not as easy to execute. I think it all began when I was a child. I had a vivid imagination, a world bursting with colors, so even the blank pages of my notebooks became canvases for words that painted pictures in the reader's mind. My love for reading was inherited from my mom - I was hooked! Back then, I thought I was just exploring, discovering my passions, finding what I was good at. But as I grew older, I realized that writing wasn't just a hobby, it became a part of me, shaping who I am.
 
I wouldn't dare call myself an author yet, but I get a thrill when I finish a story, starting from a random idea that pops into my head, sometimes even hitting a writer's block. But there's such a sense of fulfillment in bringing an idea to life.


I long to be a part of someone else's fictional world, to experience the journey they've created.  Writing and crafting these fictional stories isn't easy, but there's a certain magic in stepping into a world where anything is possible. It's a place where limitations don't exist and imagination runs wild.