I'm not really good at introductions but my continued belief in first impressions, forces me to put in some effort into the same, despite my discomfort. So who am I? what kind of a person am I? Would you be friends with me if you actually knew me beyond my writings? I cannot answer the latter, but here is my answer to the first two. I'm a teenager in a polluted metropolitan city, a place that I love with all my heart. I've lived a more sheltered life than most and gotten more than I could have asked for. That's not to say my family is crazy rich or some such: We're actually part of the middle of the middle class -if it makes any sense. Maybe upper-middle class actually. But I'm getting off topic.

I like to think of myself as a cool, serious kind of person who generally tries to be reasonable. I'm fiercely independent and one of my biggest fears is being unable to meet my own needs without alien help. It doesn't make any sense but even asking for small favors unless I'm in complete control of the situation leaves me shaken and I try my hardest not to end up in the same situation again. It doesn't always work out.

I like routine because it's easy and I don't have to expect any changes. It's calm and you know what's coming. Ironically, it doesn't extend to other parts of my life. I keep going through phases- I'll be head deep in astrology one day and 3 months later I would've left it for pursuing the works of Leo Tolstoy and 2 months ago, it would have been a mad obsession to lose weight. One day I'll be writing out essays and by the next, Ted Talk will have my attention. Some phases last for years and I'll drown in my addiction like an anchor in sea, not letting the ship move forward. Such ships don't always survive storms.

It is always my family that helps me in everything I do. If there is one thing that matters to me, it is my family.

My sister moulded my interest during my younger years, often teaching me things that others of my age would consider well out of their reach. If I wasn't used to the sun being around, then I would have foolishly made my wings out of wax and fallen to the sea. Thankfully magic cannot be melted. My mother is my protector, my Shakti. Shakti is defined as the female principle of personification of the divine energy. She protects me from harm and harsh words and never hesitates to slap me when I need it. Once in every 3 months when I crack under pressure, courtesy of none save myself, my mum fixes me up and I can breathe again. If I'm honest, I cannot imagine a life without her presence atleast a call away. My dad is one of the most the wonderful men on Earth because he is a born gentleman. He chooses to trust on instinct, puts in his hard work, prays to God and sees things through. He is the most like me in the family, if only for his calmness and his ability to tune into my weird, fluctuating wave-length. I could tell you more about them, but while I would give you my car for a week if I had one (and provided you wouldn't wreck it), this is my family and my moments & I refuse to share.

Also my friends. There is only a few words I can say for them, especially to the ones bothering to read this. Thank You. Thank you, thank you, thank you a million times over. If I had to live life all over again, I'd meet you sooner and created a 100 more memories and kept a camera and audio recorder this time 'round. You have my love, my respect, my loyalty and my willingness to kill someone for you.

An ardent book lover, the author has interests in music, anime and quotes. With a fierce nerd pride, she is known for her saucy tongue and has strong opinions about most topics. A well known debater, the author claims that she has a strong allergy against idiots and tends to break out in sarcasm.

For all personality problems that you may find: Capricorn

Fanfic Status: Dark Nagisa- 20%

Days in the Sun-78%

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Also, please recommend some nice animes to me.

Note: Constructive criticism not appreciated. At. All