Dream of a Budding Writer
Dear Diary! They say books are your best friends. Perhaps that is why I have few human friends, because I love reading books. When I was a five-year-old, I remember papa gifted me a Barbie doll; along with it was a tiny book – with other Barbie dolls. That was my first book, the one I still have. From there began my friendship with dear books. My colleagues at school often tease me that though grown up I am so crazy about dolls and books on them. Hardly does anyone know I have a secret love for romance books too. The Fault in Our Stars is my favourite. I imagine myself as a 16-year-old Hazel and wonder if ever my Augustus will come. Neither at school nor at college is anyone who sees me that way. I feel sad and try to move on – same as the protagonists in my reads. I wish I could in fact write a book someday. If not in real, maybe how I imagine my Prince Charming can be a story. I have heard book publishing world has gone rather easy, though I wonder if I could only get ...