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Mimi Chadwick

Aspiring author, Graphic Designer, Student.

Kolkata, India

Heyaaa there, I am Mimi Chadwick. I am a high schooler trying to get good grades, but that's not all. I am also an aspiring author, a Graphic designer and an editor.

My writing journey starts back when I was in my first grade - we had to write a 100 word essay on our favourite festival, and I don't know how, but I scored highest grades in that test. I haven't stopped writing since then.

Currently, I'm working on my first novel "I am Ri" on Wattpad. It's a Teen Fiction novel about a girl with a speech impairment and how she survives through high school.

When I'm not writing, I'm either Graphic designing, or cooking, or checking out new spooky stories on Wattpad or YouTube. I live in India, and my best comfort food is some good amount of rajma chawal or chocolate. Yeahhh, I love Chocolates and icecream.

I hope to keep writing until my hands become numb and lifeless. Till then, I will keep writing and trying to inspire people to love themselves. Being a victim of bullying and harassment myself, I never step back from voicing my opinions in public because too many scars just makes you stronger.

So, stay safe and love yourself.

<3

Mimi.

Two Strangers

Mar 25, 2021 3 years ago

"Holi Hain!!!" I stood there, shivering from head to toe, amid the wild jungle of human beings, who had suddenly come to life. I was scared....not because I hated socializing....but because....because that included colors. Slowly, I crept into the nearest bush I could find in my eyesight, not even stopping to think that someone else might have thought of taking the same refuge. "Hey!!" I yelped and jumped back in surprise, as the shadow of a boy arose from behind the bush. "Look..." he continued. "I know what you're here for, but I Don't like it. I Don't like splashing about in tubs of water and smearing each other with colours. I don-" He broke off. My insides had suddenly started to dance the conga on knowing that I was not alone, that someone else also had the same fear as I did. "Nor do I," I said quietly. His face lit up suddenly. It seemed as thousands of lamps had been lit up together by a single candle. He nodded excitedly, held my hand and pulled me into the bush, "Come on then, inside the bush. It's much safer here." My eyes stood searchingly into his green ones, as he plucked off a red Petunia, from the shrub and placed it on my auburn hair. Automatically, my hands raised up to the flower, and its magnificent white strips came into view. Nature's so simple, yet so extraordinary, isn't it?? It always has the habit of sending ornaments for the plants and flowers to adorn themselves. "I wish I was a flower," I said ruefully, making him look up. "Then I would not have to run about like this, hiding from others...as though I did a really serious crime." "You didn't," he said, and for the first time since we met, our eyes met. Blue on green. We had just met minutes ago, but it felt like we had known each other for months, years even. I was lost in an unknown trance when I suddenly felt something being rubbed against my cheek. My eyes looked at him in both horror and delight, as his warm hands smeared my cheek with yellow gulal. I was so overwhelmed with the bundle of mixed emotions swelling inside me, that I threw myself upon him, hugging him tightly as if we had been best friends for years, and decades... "Happy Holi," he whispered as my cheek brushed his lips. "Happy Holi."

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