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SindhuriSathiyaraj
Over 90 days ago
India

About

Scatter brained with a touch of the bipolar; stubborn to the point of annoying; memory like a sieve and on the verge of developing OCD...I would love to meet vampires (veggie vampires of course), hobbits and wizards; slapstick humor more than tickles me and am blessed with wonderful friends and a forgiving husband who care about me enough to ignore my traits listed in the first line of this paragraph. Give me a good book of science fiction or fantasy; a huge bag of puffed rice; a cozy window spot and am dead to the world !!!

I discovered writing in my 8th Grade, when I won the first prize for Creative Writing in my school's Old Students' Carnival. I had written something vague about caterpillars and trains on the topic "Down the memory lane". What I had considered nonsensical was labelled "Creative Writing" and my submission was chosen the best. That was the starting point of my creative writing escapades (I like to call it that, because later on in a different school, creative writing contests were my key to freedom) and I kept on writing till I finished my schooling.

I was denied a regular college life, as I pursued Chartered Accountancy and the only way I could use my creativity in CA was in my Information Technology answer paper.

Since I'm in the last leg of my CA life (hope that leg gets chopped off as soon as possible), I have again commenced foraying into the world of creative writing, trying to catch up.

I've already got a blog up and going, but this site will help me much more, with peers and mentors in abundance.

Now let's do this. Cheers!!!

Interests
Writing (duh), reading (double duh) and extensive usage of StumbleUpon !
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