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I don't know from where to start. It's not like I have a questionnaire or anything of the sort to do this. I beg your pardon if you think I am blabbering some nonsense.

1. 

I am a seventeen year old teen who had her first love affair with Writing at the age of ten. I find absolute pleasure in him and I haven't left his side for the past one year now. I don't have any plans to abandon him in the near future too. I hope he is alright with it and even if he isn't I am very sorry to say this...I fell in love with him along the way. Also, I am pretty selfish. I like to express all that I can't through him. I believe that if I ever try saying whatever I want to in public, I will never achieve the satisfaction I get after scribbling it down. I have always had an infatuation for Poetry until I started jotting them down in random places, after which I married him. I lost track of how many I wrote, where I dropped them and I don't even know...how many of them got lucky enough to fly away. I wish to have my hands on them for they are a part of me. Years later when I read something I had written pretty long back, I think to myself, "Did I really write that?"

I find my own thoughts beautiful not as soon as I get them engraved on my plain sheets but months or years later. As boastful as that sounds.(Lol)

(That's not always the case. I find most of them ridiculous too. And feel all sorts of lame and stupid.) 

2. 

I remember reading anything I saw even as a five year old. A note, a card, cursive on a chocolate wrapper. I found letters very interesting and I loved playing with them. For this purpose alone, my dad had gotten me some kind of toy that had all the letters of the English alphabet with which I could make up my own words. I can't recollect what it was called. All I know is it was a pretty cool thing to play with as a six year old. My parents were stunned at the "awesomeness" I created with those letters. They even said if someone like Charles Dickens were to see or hear what I did, he would start rolling in his grave, laughing and crying in the same breath. I was capable of destroying something as great as The English Language. Very impressive indeed! I know.

3. 

I might be the oldest kid in the family. But, I am not my parents' first child. They were lucky enough to have gotten twins in the year 1996. My parents were unaware of this while my mom was carrying them. They couldn't take proper care of those boys. In a premature birth, my mom lost them. It's sad, only my dad but my mom could never get a glimpse of them before their funeral.

Then it was my turn. The doctors said that I was a pretty complicated case. There was a huge chance they could lose me too. My dad was adamant about having me after losing his first and second child. He tried his best, while giving courage to my mom.

I always joke about it with my parents. Like maybe that's how I lost a screw while my mom was on the verge of losing me and I turned out be this weird goofball!

They were ecstatic when they had me! Their first kid after four years of marriage. They were so doting when it came to me. They didn't even think about having another kid for seven years.

And then came my sister. I am so thankful she never had any complications unlike me. We are blessed. Thank you, God.

4.

I fear rejection on an extreme level. I don't ask anyone for anything in fear of getting snubbed. It's not people around me. It's just me. Experience taught me over the years never to expect anything back in return from people. Love. Friendship. Anything! What bothers me the most of all is...when the recipient of the smile I give doesn't smile back. Okay. I know I have a very goofy smile that borders on scary (I resemble a cartoon character when I smile at all). It's not scary enough to pee your pants or anything. I mean, come on! It's not that bad. I don't get it when some people just look away like I am invisible when they got a smile! A smile! It is like the gift of God to humanity.

A smile is volcanic. A Smile can defy the laws of universe. A smile is what I will always ask of you or anyone else.

5.

I feel guilty for almost each and everything. Even for things that don't concern me or things that I don't even have a control on! I try not to do something I will regret later because when guilt takes hold of me, it doesn't leave me all that easily.

6.

I might come off as a very social person on Wattpad but really, I am so far from it. I am an introvert. When someone approaches me for the first time (for anything), I appear all sorts of formal and fidgety. But once the said person gets too close to me, boy, that's when the true colors of Mal come out in all its wild glory. Rambling gibberish? Check. Smiling goofily? Check. A very expressive face? Check.

Basically speaking, I am a social disaster. No wonder I was always the lone kid until I met people who are exactly abnormal like me. But, they are more social and so have helped me come out of my shell slowly. I don't think I can ever be like them though. It's a mammoth task. To me at least!

7.

I had a strong liking for teen fictions during my freshman and sophomore years. At fifteen, I read The Harry Potter series. I still wait for the owl from Miss. McGonagall.

Then came to me Percy Jackson and his troop taking me with them to Camp Half-blood. I enjoyed my stay there very much. Edward Cullen terribly failed at trying to woo me with all his looks. Poor guy. Jacob was successful, I think. But nuh-uh, he could have done better.

The Famous Five! How I miss spending my summer hols with them! They were one amazing batch, huh?

Oliver Twist had the chance to be an immortal with his good persona. He didn't try enough. I would have happily lived with him for the rest of my years.

Dan Brown. Hi there. Nice meeting Robert Langdon.

The list goes on and on...

8.

I am a senior in high school and a science student. Chemistry, Physics, Math and Biology are my subjects. And of course! English. My most loved subject after Chemistry.

I will graduate in three months time, if God wills. Kind of looking forward to it... but really, not so much.

9.

This place has become almost like a third home to me. I take a thirty minute break only to come back with utmost zeal to see what I had missed in that short time. I am still in the addiction stage where I simply open my tablet knowing there wouldn't be any notifications only because for the fun of it. I had made this account some two years back only as a mistake. I was searching Google Playstore for reading apps and Wattpad was one of the suggested options. I didn't find what I want so I thought I deleted my account which is what I wanted. But oh well...fortunately or unfortunately, my account stayed there like a ghost. Three months earlier, a certain someone forced me to publish some of what I wrote. I had plans to stay only for a month but here I am in the third month typing about myself for PoetsPub. How times change...

And yes! I am a brand new member of this family. I am sure most of you reading this might not know me. I have only started going through your fantastic works and I think it will take some time I get through all of it. Although I am new here, I already feel accepted. The sense of comfort blankets me as I step in. So, thank you amazing writers! For making me feel welcome.

I feel sad that I couldn't find this any sooner. But this is way better than having found later.

10.

You can find me in South Asia. Under a tree gazing up at the sky. Or in an empty classroom looking out the window at the flying birds, kissing leaves, crimson sky. Or maybe in a crowd observing people with a hood on and with my hands deep in its pockets as I walk and mix in with them.

I am that unseen girl who can see all that surrounds her.

You have survived this natural disaster. Congratulations!

I am sorry if it was too much. I can't seem to stop blabbering once I start when I should yes, stop. I really liked what I saw in this short time and I hope to get to know you all in this time I am gifted with.

Peace!