Ok...so this ones for the dodging myself. Well, a writer never needs an intro I guess, his life, his thoughts, his broken love, everything is reflected in his writings- flickering love, gooey heartbreaks and all the nasty thoughts discoing in his head over tea.
Then too for the people looping themselves within my metaphors, I would like to give them a glance of my life.
[Don't get melted] I'm not a famous author neither a progeny of Socrates. I'm a simple girl like my Instagram username - @simplyy.aarya .I'm absolutely simple, excluding my thoughts and my habits.
I'm the good girl, who completes her science projects on time, gets caught in traffic but never complains, gets showered with all the 'gaalis' but never thinks of returning a pinch back( The thing is I don't understand a bit of all those Gujarati gaalis)..
I consider myself a bloom of carnation in the field of roses.
I'm a poet, a writer( both are the same though) and an aspiring doctor.
[Any suggestion guys, whoever is preparing for NEET-UG, how to manage your school, coaching classes and your skill enhancing time? I'm really in a need of it]
[[[I really am in love with bracketss]]] ...and...with dots too...
..AND I'M IN LOVE WITH TUMBLR
I've opened this account to post my poetries as well as stuff like this(Not very funny plushies). My write-ups are always free, precisely jobless so feel free to spend your plushy time with my all new colourful lively, big-eyed cuties (My good words).
You are gonna go a long way, deep, deep, deep!
Lizards completely banned in this space. Might smell like a Rat Hit-an aroma of goodness, all the rat lovers have to manage themselves you are grown up so you have to.
P.S: I look like..umm that's a difficult thing to explain, better you scroll up and click on that round thing holding a cool face lacking a goggles which I doubt, miss Ratalie swallowed on a bleak, dreary winter's night.
Taking some selfies and learning learning,
