Three months passed quietly.
In assignments. In lectures. In late nights. In half-cooked dinners and unfinished notes. Semester exams were almost a month away. I could not believe it had been more than four months since I shifted here.
Four months since I met Tisha. Uncle and Aunty. Ruhi and other friends. And... Sahir bhai, of course.
Hi, Iβm Gauri ~ I enjoy writing about romance, relationships, quiet strength, and the small moments that make life feel like home. Iβm currently a student, so most of my days are already quite full. Writing is something I do purely because I love it, but itβs also something I take seriously. I spend a lot of time thinking about my characters, shaping scenes, and trying to create stories that feel honest, warm, and comforting. If you ever feel that my stories were worth your time, your support simply helps me keep doing this alongside everything else in life. And realistically speaking, supporting a student writer mostly fuels late-night snacks, long writing sessions, and a slightly overactive imagination. So thank you for being here π€
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