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Every piece of writing by all those profound writers influence me.

For a while I slip into a stupor, drunk in their words, the meaning of life in between their sentences- and it’s a wonderful feeling to live the lives they create and weave in between the printed words one after the another.

The social and cultural milieu a writer belongs to reflects in the fabric of their prose. It’s beautiful, it’s like minuscule architectural beauties embedded in a huge structure.

I’m taking a break from all the web readings for a while and go back to the roots where I begin my life, ghosh, Woolf, Marquez, Conrad, Bronte, Eliot… those are the concrete pillars I hold onto whenever I feel myself losing to the insanity of the world around me.

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Know me, yet?

I don’t like to be figured out. What’s the point then. I’ll be like any other woman walking down the street.

I’m not mundane. I’m not what you will ever be able to define.

And, I’m definitely not you will be able to hold.

I’m a torrent of wave that would sweep you off the shore and reshape your world.