Story twenty nine; Story twenty nine

I’m late on today’s story aren’t I? Apologies. Today’s story belongs to a beautiful girl, an amazing writer, a great speaker and a true friend. I know the story is in pieces and in screenshots, but snapchat just doesn’t budge. I can’t stress on how important it is to lose yourself, to become who you…

Day twenty eight; Story twenty eight

Being the first child of my family, I was loved a lot. I have memories from my childhood when dad was at work, mom was taking a nap and I was left to myself, alone, in the peak hours of the afternoon which I often utilized to play. We were new in Delhi back then,…