The Misted Woods

    A FORGOTTEN BIRTHDAY After bumping into three or four of my classmates, I somehow entered my class, as unwillingly as ever-followed closely by my Mum. I looked at my teacher. She was sitting on a ...

Navya PandeyI write these books mostly because the voices in my head won't shut up, so now, they're your problem. Read my books-because that's my only proof to my mom that staring blankly at a wall for 4 hours is "literary hardwork."