When someone asks me my story, I tell them I don't have one. 

I am an observer. My stories are my observations. My stories are the stories of the people who enter my life and leave. I open my door to anyone interesting enough. 

Everyone is interesting, but only few are remarkable. 

I am a lens. I see, I observe, I conclude. I call their happiness, my happiness. Call their pain, my pain. Love them, without being loved. 

I won't grieve their loss, because grief is a distortion of the lens. An unhealthy black blot in an otherwise clear eyes. I don't want to see the world through grief. 

I am the narrator of stories. I call it my destiny.

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WORKS:-

Short Story:
• Telescope
• Half Alive
• Dark 

Poetry:
• Rhythm of the Heart

Novel:
• Talking Shadows (Taken down temprorily)