introducing this blog and it's writer.

Hello everyone!!
Finnally starting my blog which I had dreamt about a lot. I am an aspiring writer with big dreams, so starting a blog is a good step towards it. The idea to start a blog  came from Rohan joshi, who also had an blog which helped him grow his skills. The second inspiration was probably watching mark from social network use his blog. 

In this blog i will mostly like the title talk about revelant and some other stuff. Maybe sometimes my life or fiction sometimes and other times some article on some relevant thing around the world. 

Talking about me ! I am an student from India. I have always loved movies and screen writing and  i am lost in books and movies mostly. I dream of one day publishing a book...... 

That's it for the first blog i guess. Thanks 

neil. 

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