Scraps. Clutters. Scattered thoughts. Belated reactions. Smiles. Uprooted desires. Hidden cruelty. Visible tears. You name it. It's here. Maybe. It will all make sense somehow.
dreamer, mostly. singer too, perhaps. Anywhere is my stage. I love singing along the street, more so if it's raining.
I love to write, draw, and read random things. Loves making things up. But seldom lies. Wants to have her own library inside her home. And her own studio/stage, please..
Wants to be a novelist someday. :)
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