Author's Note:
So my exams finished approximately three days ago. While all I really feel the desire to do is curl up with a wonderful book and plenty of snacks, juice and tea, I knew that I simply could not. When it comes to writing, every single story, poem, and essay has a particular "zone". In that area only that specific work can be touched and moulded to the desired effect, and when one goes on a hiatus for a really long time (like for schoolwork and life), that zone can sometimes seem non-existent. Long story short, I didn't feel like writing diddly-squat. However, I simply cannot and will not leave a story incomplete, even if it takes me a few hundred years to get to that "The End". So I've sucked it up, picked up my fountain pen, and put my fingers to work once again.😊
Please be reminded that this story is not about a "couple", but rather about life and moving forward, and being uplifted. Apologies in advance to anyone who will be disappointed about the way I've chosen to chronicle Yash and Aarti's lives, but I don't write for the masses- I write for the characters whose stories need to be told.
Those who're supportive, thank you. Those who aren't thank you all the same.🤗
Edited by Kittya_Cullen - 11 years ago
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