My First Ever Interview As A Contributing Author For The Anthology- STRINGS OF LOVE

Here is the interview with Ruchi Rai one of the contributory writers of Strings Of Love

Ruchi has just completed her Bachelors in Commerce and is looking forward to do her Masters in Business Administration. A 21 year old young and ebullient girl who took up writing as a hobby to express herself. She writes what she feels. She is an observant, pluviophile and ambivert by nature.

Q:- How does it feel to be a part of Strings Of Love?

A:- It feels great! I always wanted to get published. I wanted to live this moment before I die. So this is my moment and I would like to take the opportunity and thank Author’s Ink India for organising this contest.

Q:- How did you get here?

A:- One fine day when I logged in to facebook, I got an invitation to like a page where all the details about the book and contest was given. I just sent my entry and never expected that I would be called back. But “it” happened!

Q:- What inspires you to write?

A:- I write what I observe, see and feel. Everything around us speak a different story, so everything inspires me to write. It all started when I inculcated the habit of writing diary.

Q:- Are you planning to take writing as a career option?

A:- I would love to, but, as of now I do not have any such plan. I’m just working as a content writer in my leisure.

Q:- What difference have you experienced after being a published author?

A:- It feels so good when people text me congratulating me and addressing me as their inspiration. The feeling of having a few “fans” sends a chill down my spine. Moreover, friends calling me “author” makes me ecstatic.

Ruchi can be contacted on Fb .

Strings Of LOVE is an anthology covering all aspects of love life and relationships.

Thank You Ms.Ruchi Rai for giving us your valuable Time.
I hope Readers have found it Interesting.
Stay Tuned.

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