I don’t even know how to start this properly, because no words feel big enough—but I’ll try.
I know that one of your books has been taken down, and I’ve honestly been carrying this quiet sadness since then. That story meant more to me than I can explain easily. It wasn’t just something I read—it was something I felt. It stayed with me long after I closed the pages. It comforted me on days I didn’t even know I needed comfort, and it gave me feelings I didn’t know how to name until your words did it for me.
There was something so special about that book—its emotions, its honesty, the way it spoke softly but deeply at the same time. It felt like it understood me. I know that might sound dramatic, but readers know when a story becomes more than a story. Yours did that to me.
I completely respect that, as an author, you have your own reasons, boundaries, and journey. I know writing is personal, and sometimes letting go of a piece is necessary. Still, I wanted you to know that this book truly mattered. It mattered to me, and I’m sure to many others who may not have found the words to say it.
If there is even the smallest chance that you would consider republishing it someday—now or in the future but please not so late coz i m missing it so badly —I wanted you to know that it would mean the world to at least one reader whose heart it touched deeply. And if not, I’m still incredibly grateful that I got to experience it at all.
Thank you for sharing your words with us. Thank you for creating something that left a permanent mark on my heart. No matter what you choose, I’ll always admire your work and the courage it takes to put pieces of your soul into stories.
With so much respect, appreciation, and love for your writing
Lots of love ❤️ from my side diiiduuuu ✨️
Plzz plzzzz and plzzz just consider my request coz im really missing it. Sachhii