Why do I write?
Time and again, I come back to where I was when I was 13.
(Yeah! That was a long time ago)
That was how old I was when I decided that all I wanted to do was to read and write. I proclaimed proudly that I wanted to do my Masters in Literature. That's it. I remember I wavered along the way. But my Mother set me right, brought me back to reality and somehow I did ...