Maitha2798

I write pieces of myself, hoping they find pieces of you.
          	
          	Between silence and words, I leave my soul for you to read.
          	
          	These are not just stories — they’re heartbeats turned into ink.
          	
          	If my words feel like home to you, then we are not strangers.
          	
          	Every chapter is a mirror — of me, of you, of all that we hide.

Maitha2798

I write pieces of myself, hoping they find pieces of you.
          
          Between silence and words, I leave my soul for you to read.
          
          These are not just stories — they’re heartbeats turned into ink.
          
          If my words feel like home to you, then we are not strangers.
          
          Every chapter is a mirror — of me, of you, of all that we hide.