She was a blogger. Her blog wasn't like most other fabulous blogs which are about fashion or food or lifestyle. She was a writer. She wrote short stories and she enjoyed writing them. Be it about new found love or cold wars between friends or a heartbroken state. She could paint a picture that her readers could imagine in their minds. She made her women characters intelligent and brave. She made her male characters caring and understanding. She often weaved a story which was inspired by her own life, people in it and similar circumstances but with a dramatic note to make it readable. Because, no one wants to read about friends who are having a cold war, instead they love politics in the friends circle. Because, no one wants to read about the couple who are in an almost relationship since a year, instead they want a happy couple with silly fights and probably a tragic ending. Because, no one wants to read about almost somethings, but something whole. So, that's why she changed the 'almost somethings' in her own life into a 'whole something' in her story.
She had been blogging since 2 years. And now with her new job which took a lot of time and energy, she had been devoted less to writing. She knew it sucked. But, if she didn't write, life would get sucked out of her. So, that day, in order to continue her series, she wrote something bizarre, something totally random. Anyway, normalcy seemed too cliche and it was not her style. Her genre was weird, exactly like her. And just like that, words flew, words typed, story created and soul satisfied. There were a million things she could write about, but instead, for once, she wrote her own almost-story which ended up being whole because of her readers.