Hello, it’s me, Love!

Ever since I remember, I have been reading and writing. I absolutely love writing and I do it with all my heart. My letters have made people cry because I pour myself into it. 

Today’s post is an insight on my life. Just a little introduction. My name is Love and this blog is all about me and my life. They’re all true stories. I am a normal but an attractive girl, as per Indian standards. I feel that at the age of 34, I have seen so much and experienced a lot of things - good and bad. 

As we move forward, I will take one topic for each post. I hope you’ll would be able to relate to it and keep coming back to my blog. Well, I mentioned Indian standards so you know that I’m an Indian. I have travelled quite a bit, I won’t say extensively, but enough to understand how different Indian culture is from rest of the world. Btw, I’m 34 and umarried. Just want to get that out there. Haha. 

Since my blog name is “All about Love”, my next post will be about my love life! So stay tuned!

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