Ishithaa to you might just be one of the many websites you go to, to while away your time and to read something when you are bored. Or it is also possible that you are one of those bloggers who regularly visit blogs in your list and read them religiously. But it is during these last two weeks I realized what this blog means to me. It has, over the time become a part of my very own body. The 20 days Ishithaa was sick, I was depressed and nothing could console me; that is, until the day my dear friend Leo understanding my pain, invited me over to his abode and asked me to write him a story. Don’t forget to leave your comments on my story 🙂
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Writing to me is therapy, it frightens and comforts at the same time. Liberates like nothing else. A book in my own name is a dream, but a bigger dream would be to write something that haunts the reader even after the last page is turned and the book is shut. I enjoy reading and music, spending time with family whilst battling my social awkwardness.