We all have our own stories to tell.

Each and every one of us is an anecdote in itself; a unique narrative that makes us who we are today.

It may be happy, tragic, blessed or trying. It may be boring or eventful. It may be long, it may be short. But the thing is, you can never forget or ignore something that plays such an important role in making you, completely. Not even if you tried.

To me, there is no such thing as someone not having a single thing to tell about his or her self. There is always something, no matter how small or trivial it is.

A story is still a story and there will always be a background to a character. Life is the center stage where the action takes place, and you, my dear, are the hero or heroine of your own novel.

Just like I am, despite having to share the limelight with someone else.

Everyone knows that a story starts off at the beginning and ends off with a conclusion. It’s just the way things work. Without a beginning, you can’t get an ending.

For me?

My story begins at the ending.

Or rather, it happens at the beginning of an ending.