Su

Hi Su, are you still here!!?? (please be) 
          As always, I'm gonna apologise for being MIA, then tell you how much I miss wattpad and the people here, most of all YOU!! 
          You know the drill. 
          
          Anyways I have been wondering whether you read or are aware of bookstagram-famous fantasy books, such as Fourth Wing, One Dark Window, The poppy war and so on... If yes then, let me tell you while reading fourth wing all I kept thinking was, "hahh Xenro is a much better name than Xaden please!!"
          No fantasy book can match the amount of thrill and whimsy and epicness of your book! 
          
          So yeah basically I'm just here after reading manyyyyy traditionally published fantasy books and thinking about "Of gods and warriors" and it's amazing writer, who also happens to be one of the kindest and most empathetic people. 
          
          I miss you and I also the miss writer in me! I just wanna encourage you to keep writing and not to fall in big time fog of creative block. ♥️♥️ You are my fav author.
          
          

Hihi, I've finally finished Tale of the Princess! Gosh, it's been such a long journey I still can't believe I finished XD Thanks a lot for staying with me throughout the book and supporting me. It meant soo much to me :D

Ah, I suppose I'm a bit late. But ehhh
           
          Happy pride month y'all gorgeous folks ❤️❤️❤️ 

Just wanna say hey!

@EternalSu thank you Eternal

Thanks a ton Su. You gave my work a chance and it means a lot to me.

Happy new year, folks❤️
          Stay happy and healthy, and keep writing ✨

Of Spells and Flowers got featured by @ambassadors under “Pumpkin Spice and Everything Nice” ❤️ Yay!
          
          I guess I really needed this little dose of motivation for working on my WIP. Yeeeeees that's right ANOTHER BOOK IS ON THE WAYYY ✨✨✨✨✨

I was seeing your comments in a book called Karikalan and checked your reading list. You have good taste in books

Well... I'm back. Sort of. I don't really know.
          
          I feel exhausted. Not the tired-from-work kind of exhausted. It's the tired-of-existing kind of exhausted. Recently there's been an awful incident where I'm from. A doctor was brutally assaulted and murdered while on duty, in the very hospital she worked in. The safety of women in my country is in jeopardy, and in the wake of such an incident, I find myself unable to write. It's things like these that makes one's pen stop. The words no longer flow as they used to. I no longer find any joy in wandering around the imaginary worlds in my head.
          
          I've been doomscrolling, aimlessly going through one news article through another, eyes straining to see if the culprits got the punishment they deserve. There are protests going on everywhere, on social media and in real life, in hospitals and out on the streets. I too add my voice to the protests, one among the many. They won't stop until the victim gets justice. 
          
          While these thoughts are plaguing my mind, I'm back here again, among words and stories and characters that always provided me a place of comfort.