Belindawrites

                       Though I claim myself an Introvert, I am surrounded by Friends and have been named "Chatterbox" in school. It's always a mystery for my parents to realize I am talkative in school. That's when I learned there's a term called "Ambivert". I happily associated myself to it (with little guilt over being shy towards Family/Relatives).           I have always relied on friends more than anyone and this holds true till day. I never shared any emotions out loud and managed everything all alone. As a kid, there were not really much worries to hold on to, right?           Yet there came a stage when you are bound by Self-doubt, Peer Pressure, Inferiority Complex, Board Exams, Societal Conditioning, Family issues and a lot more to handle. That's when I realized It's too much for me to handle all by myself.            ...

To start with, this blog is about How I Lived without the comfort of "Home" For a girl from B-town and a quite protective Background, Studying College in a different city , staying in hostel were Achievements, I once relished.  Yet, those weren't exactly facing the Real World right? We were under the Responsibility of A Warden/Guardian with at-least a few rules to abide by.  After Under-Graduation , I decided to move to the Delhi-NCR for My Civils Preparation. Yeah, I get what you are thinking. Had my fair share of struggles and compromises with the Over-protective family circle.  But I did move to the National Capital. Like anyone enjoying the New-found Freedom, I had my moments of Joy and Fun. I did have fun with my friends , toured around, Experienced Near-Zero Temperature, Roamed late nights etc. But the Need to Take Responsibilities is what made the experience a challenge. From sharing Flat with my friend, Eating Food from some Down-town Mess, Managing Finances, Adap...

To some, this title might spark instant connection. To others, it might raise a brow. Either way, fiction has shaped my life. Fiction has been a huge part of my journey for as long as I can remember—ever since I started reading. This irreplaceable bond began when I was just seven. Credit goes to my birth twin—an inspiration born eight years ahead of me, sharing the same birthday, birth star, and even parents with the same names (yes, really!). She introduced me to books, and the rest, as they say, is history. As a child, I didn’t care about themes or genres. I simply read whatever I could get my hands on. My love for fiction truly began the day I randomly bought a Tinkle comic from a railway station vendor. I fell in love instantly and wanted more. Unfortunately, English comics weren’t easily available in a small town like mine. The only time I could get a new one was during train journeys—and as a kid from the early 2000s, those journeys became even more magical thanks to those rare T...