Shrutzgoel

Here's something,
          	
          	I wanted to write a book, titled as "The way I want to be loved"
          	
          	Having written the heading, I waited, the blank screen kept staring at me, the keyboard waiting for me to resume clicking, my two second younger self waiting for me to write further.
          	
          	The document remained blank.
          	
          	The flurry of ideas which usually usher in my mind stopped, as if the world felt silent. I searched through my head, through every nook and corner for getting an idea to write one quote to start with my book, but this always happens, things go unsaid when we need to hear them the most.
          	
          	The document still remains empty till date. 
          	While I wander around random lanes of emotions witnessing different feelings, I for once long to live them. To live the feelings I kept watching others live, to keep a memoir in my bag from lanes I wandered. To find something that belongs to me while I keep walking.
          	
          	Behind every love story I try writing, are words I wish I could hear in reality, apologies that were left unsaid, hugs that were left incomplete, intimacy that I have dreamed of and idea of it all. 
          	
          	The idea of love that I carry keeps turning blurry each time I dance along the lines of fiction and reality. What glows in my bag, this little ever changing definition of love, I hope to not lose it in a sea of doubts. To remember some, I keep blotting it in ink, picked from real stories labelled as work of fiction.

Shrutzgoel

Here's something,
          
          I wanted to write a book, titled as "The way I want to be loved"
          
          Having written the heading, I waited, the blank screen kept staring at me, the keyboard waiting for me to resume clicking, my two second younger self waiting for me to write further.
          
          The document remained blank.
          
          The flurry of ideas which usually usher in my mind stopped, as if the world felt silent. I searched through my head, through every nook and corner for getting an idea to write one quote to start with my book, but this always happens, things go unsaid when we need to hear them the most.
          
          The document still remains empty till date. 
          While I wander around random lanes of emotions witnessing different feelings, I for once long to live them. To live the feelings I kept watching others live, to keep a memoir in my bag from lanes I wandered. To find something that belongs to me while I keep walking.
          
          Behind every love story I try writing, are words I wish I could hear in reality, apologies that were left unsaid, hugs that were left incomplete, intimacy that I have dreamed of and idea of it all. 
          
          The idea of love that I carry keeps turning blurry each time I dance along the lines of fiction and reality. What glows in my bag, this little ever changing definition of love, I hope to not lose it in a sea of doubts. To remember some, I keep blotting it in ink, picked from real stories labelled as work of fiction.

Shrutzgoel

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@rosieathearthside brighter than ever!
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Shrutzgoel

@___cosmiclatte___ exploring wattpad. Spill tips!
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seonatales

@Shrutzgoel  all good , what about you?
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Hey tftf ♡
          May I know how you found my account?

_ateee_xa

@_ateee_ra ohhh okayy dear. Will read soon ♥
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Shrutzgoel

You were one of the judges in my catagory in the platinum awards <33 Cant wait for you to read Dreaming Together <4
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Shrutzgoel

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