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How Solitude happened - my story

Hey there! I wanna share some really good news - my first book is out!


It feels inspiring reaching a wider audience, seeing the positive response and every time I get to know about another reader, I can feel a flurry of excitement at the pit of my stomach. 


This book is a collection of thoughts and creative juices that flowed freely to sculpt itself and take shape into a book I never even imagined of.

Every story revolves around a protagonist. The book speaks about how these three people, from different walks of life, meet the same crisis - in quest of greener grass, of their legend, the answer to their longing questions.

They are three distinct beads of human life, all clinging onto the thread of, well, find out what.
 
As I've mentioned earlier, no matter what we do or achieve, our first-times always hold a special place in our heart. It has been just as special and emotional as it is.

This has been a truly exciting and brain-racking journey as for a writer, there's nothing more intimidating than staring at a blank page.

There have been times when I seemed to be on a roll, dishing out 350 words in an hour with thoughts and words gushing out with my fingers not able to keep pace with my mind and also times when it seemed as if I had nothing to tell the world about ans stared at the blank page.

I sometimes look back at the year gone by and often wonder, how a fifth-grader started out blogging last year, hungry for at least a reader or two, now being a published author reaching out to millions worldwide, eager to have people read her work.

If you're that person who likes to immerse yourself in intense emotions or the one that thinks with your heart and soul, this book is for you.

Grab a copy of Solitude on Amazon now!




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