I am just a phase; everyone grows out of me like I'm a bundle of old clothes to be discarded.

But still, I love them, for I don't know anyone perfect, but only flawed people who are still worth loving.

Enough with the melancholic talk. I'll stop it right now.

My name is Mantu, which is strange because it's actually a boy's name and...I'm a girl. I don't know what my grandpa was thinking when he named me. I live in a suburban corner of Delhi, India. I like passing time by reading books, researching in toxicology and imagining fictional people confessing their love for each other. I irritate my parents by using my phone 24/7.

There's much more to know about me, but you're probably better off without knowing it all.