As I grew older, I realised that there is noise even in quietness. The more I grew up, the more I started liking being alone. In my childhood, I used to believe that being alone was not good at all; however, now I like to spend my time with myself the most. No matter how... Continue Reading →
I am the quiet one.
I am the quiet one that nobody expects much from. I like to read, write, and think alone. I observe others in their loudness and my silence. I prefer keeping my thoughts to myself and asking questions that nobody has the answer to. I am the piece of the puzzle that doesn't fit. I always... Continue Reading →