As a human being, I might be a constant blooming of wild flowers, a constant turning of pages. I love to learn, to write. And I desire to bring about a change through my words, for the pen is mightier than the sword. Imagine a community of women inspiring each other and their very offerings, to stop being flexible and skeptic, outsmart those who degrade them and love themselves enough to not breakdown when judged. Not only women, even the slightest of men. Human race is pacing off the track and I intend to do my bit, with glitters of insanity at each inch of my skin.