My name is ‘Happiness’: Writer’s Intro.

“Say something about yourself.”

“Introduce yourself to us”

“How do you define yourself.”

“Let’s know each other. You first.”

I, like any other awkward introvert, dread these questions and fled from them for my life. And the moment these questions are asked, I forget who the hell I am😁.

Okay, my honest answer would be: Access denied. Access denied.

And…..no one is this honest ever. Pfft, me neither. I’d answer something very weird and be overthinking about it at 3 am, 4 years from now.

Honestly I blame this on my terribly good memory and night owl creativity, because I usually stumble across these embarrassing memories while browsing for fresh ideas from my messily unorganized files of brains. You never know what you might find there at 3 am with a bucket of ice-cream in your lab and moonlight shining on your orbs. It can be as smart as an idea to add in your thesis or as dumb as realising the word four has 4 alphabets

Jeez! I know what you are thinking.

This person is crazy. But….

Someone’s crazy is another person’s reality _ Cheshire Cat.

This is a reality for millions of weird introverts who hate to talk about themselves.

But this way of communication is good. You are here to listen to me patiently and I am here to say anything to you without having the fear of being brutally judged. That’s why I guess frustrated introverts are mostly online talking thier life to strangers.

My name is Shadan. It means happiness. And this is the reason why I have an all time resting smile nailed on my face. I dread this smile creeping on my face in angry situations. I’ll want to punch a wall and a smile creeps in (that makes me look absurdly hilarious). No, God! I cannot resist, it’s the default mode of my face. Names do have a lot of impact on your being.

I’m a 22 year young medical student who is a faithful citizen of ‘Imaginations and Dreamland’. My superpower is I get lost while I still am present (if that makes sense). I’m weird (I confess). Weird not in the sense of, ‘Aw, that’s cute!’ But in the sense of, ‘What’s wrong with her!’

My biggest dream is to be a Panda. Sleep all day, be cosy, cute and fat with enough dark circles that looks just good.

Book lover. And don’t ask me what’s my favourite book. It might take me three days and four nights to list all my babies (you get what I’m tryna say?) whom I love equally. If we have a mutual favourite book, we already are friends.

A proud and practicing Muslim. Hijabi. Student of knowledge. Believer of good and bad, white and black and all the grey spectrums with it. Hopes to lessen the blur and clarify the good. Respects all religions and cultures.

Here to spread wisdom like confetti (lol, I ain’t have no wisdom in my thick skull) and write all the important (ehem, boring) stuff that inspires me to be a horribly good person.