Some time ago I found myself looking for a place to share my raw imaginations and feelings. The thing is, I couldn't just sit down regularly to jot down my thoughts into a diary, only to be read by my nosy lil sister. Even if I did have a diary, I don`t think there'll ever be a documentary on mine. So that's enough reason to pour out my insights and ideas into something others might be interested in. I barely have a full-grown idea on what to write here. But I am delighted that you have landed here on this page.
My name is Anna. I grew up in Kottayam, Kerala. Our town Library had this tall five-tier shelves with all sort of misplaced books. It was my childhood goal to read every novel in there. During Summer breaks,my sisters and I would clean up the whole shelf hoping to find a good old classic. The occasional find of one of the Enid Blyton books or Agatha Christie was a fluke for us. Early on, I wanted to write as well as read; thus began my first efforts. I was on full blast writing mode especially after I had a row with my mother or sisters and I would later on let them take a look at what I had painted with such surge of immature emotions. Never did I ever publish any of my writings nor did I let anyone except my family to see my awful darings. At school, I had won prizes for essay competitions but it never got to the point that I took it seriously. The years went by, I went to college studied engineering in biotechnology at NIT, Calicut and I graduated. Writing helped me substantially to fill up the blank pages of my answer sheets in college even when all I knew of the answer was barely anything. And here we are. So now, I' m home given the gift of time until my masters starts in an island country far away from home. I have got all the time in the world and I wasted off enough already that I decided to start a blog today. Yay!
See you soon.
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