I live, breathe and write books everyday.

I am filled with an unexpected delight every time I open a book.Be it new or old, the smell, the feel and the thought of living another life through someone else's life gives me goosebumps. Recently, I have realised just how much stories mean to me.For months, I've been suffering from depression. This lead to me not wanting to talk to anyone, or even write. And then recently I started to read...
October 20th, 2013 at 06:16am