The Curious Kid.

Tonight I decided to edit the “about me” section of my blog, as I opened MS word and started typing I almost choked in the middle of the first sentence. The trouble is to stick to one story. I felt thirsty as if everything from throat to belly in me has dried up.
I have done a lot of things in past three years from working with extremely wonderful publishing house (Half Baked Beans) to funding my own travel and writing passion.
Yet every time someone asks me about “who you are?”
I choke. I choke because a lot of words try to come out at the same time.

It’s not easy to tell who I am in a paragraph or a business card. My work never had a specific niche. I have always worked in a lot of fields trying to explore everything that once interested me.
I have always been that curious kid.
I never mind knowing bits and pieces of chemistry and physics even though I am a humanities student. I never stopped reading Hindi books in a hope to learn the language by heart while I did my graduation in English Hons. I write articles in English for a Spanish website about Spanish slangs and festivals of Spain as I try to quench my hunger for a third language.

I am not a 9 to 5.
My work is not the only side of me.

I am a 21 years old curious girl who wears yellow dresses and loves to read every genre.
I am a sunflower dying to eat the sun.
I am more than PDF submissions,
And dot jpeg files.

I am the paintings I paint, the poems I write, and the characters I adore.

who you are?

I am a kid with many interests and I refuse to stick to one.