Or how they live in me.
Something tells me that you will write some fantastic stories someday...
oh ho... "why did you turn it off, it was so nice"
All these open ended ideas could form a book in itself- you could call it: Graveyard of premature ideas
Love, love, love this. Thank you for being here and for the gift of your words every time.
What a cliffhanger at the end, Sanket! Write it, write it! 😊
Something tells me that you will write some fantastic stories someday...
oh ho... "why did you turn it off, it was so nice"
All these open ended ideas could form a book in itself- you could call it: Graveyard of premature ideas
Love, love, love this. Thank you for being here and for the gift of your words every time.
What a cliffhanger at the end, Sanket! Write it, write it! 😊