The world told me who to be long before I could give myself a chance to become the best me I wished possible. In consequence, I was too afraid to write. Afraid I may not be good enough, afraid my writing would be misinterpreted. But in any writer's foresight, it's a choice he/she has to comply with. After years of futile searching for intriguing but near factual content, I decided to leap into an abyss of unexpected possibilities and what-nots.  

I am inconspicuous as a robust star on a blinding fair day; wanderlust glow. You will as a reader uncover the interplay of my past, present and future through my writings. The events in my stories may be inspired by true happenings though minor details may be altered in order to abstain from publicity.