Autobiography of the girl who can’t grow up
- May 27, 2014
Once upon a time, a girl was born on the New Year's eve, when the sky was lit up with fireworks, and a hospital room rang with a baby's cry. Once upon a time, a girl picked up a pen and fell in love with the way it glides on paper, how words formed, how notes were strung. Once upon a time, there was me. And then, there was you. Hi there. Thank you for reading this blog.