Swati Singh

I like to stop and stare for a while. It is rare these days. Being a 23-year-old neurotic woman, I have an abundance of thoughts which bleed a lot and with that dried blood; I spill ink on white paper and leave it anything but blank. You may find the dumbest or the bravest sentence in my writings, but I assure you, both of them come straight from my heart to take permanent residence in your heart.