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Don’t read.

I haven’t written anything I want to read.

I want my words to become a language on their own, to dance before your eyes, to sing to you in the silence.

I haven’t written anything I want to read.

I want my words to sketch characters in your mind, to fill your nights with colorful dreams, to show you sparks on a bright day.

I want my words to be yours when you lose your own, to say what’s true when you’re in doubt, to be with you when I can’t.

I haven’t written anything I want you to read.

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Hello! I'm Shivya. 7+ years ago, I quit my full-time corporate job and started travelling the world. I gave up my home, sold most of my possessions and embraced the life of a digital nomad. I'm passionate about sustainable tourism, offbeat destinations, solo travel and veganism. If you enjoyed reading this blog post, leave me a comment and let me know. You can also buy a copy of my bestselling book, The Shooting Star. Thanks for joining my adventures virtually! Connect with me on Instagram/Twitter @shivya.

3 Comments

  1. You haven’t written anything I wanted to read.

    Aditya.

    You haven’t read anything I wanted to write.

  2. Hemant A. says

    🙂 good one..resonated in my thoughts. “Write something that you yourself would want to read.”

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