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Since you've come far, read below now :D













I love to read and write stories as well as poems, both in English and Urdu.

Post graduating 🎓

Have so many thoughts in mind, trying to pour it out little by little

A part of me lives in the world of fantasy

The other part cries, going through the journey of life

Life is so unpredictable. And none really cares. You gotta care for yourself and smile at yourself more often

Anxiety is an invisible part of me, somewhat like a sleeping monster and when it wakes it disturbs nobody but me

( I have no idea why I've ranted these, in my introduction box but I'm not gonna remove it, unless I feel so, the next I come to Wattpad //and that happens rarely// )

Just want the unknown people out there reading this, know that everybody is suffering from one or the other thing. Like every stranger you see on the road, train, bus or metro, everyone has their own story and everybody has some pain and regrets and heartaches in their life. But they are there, standing or sitting in front of you, doing daily chores, without noticing that some people really appreciate them for who they are.

Sometimes I think of writing a whole book on pain and sufferings, dipping every words in the melancholy we face in our life.

That's all
That's all
That's all
Taking my leave now (exhausted)

I DO ACCEPT READING REQUESTS.


MAY ALMIGHTY BLESS AND KEEP YOU ALL SAFE❤