Shushindren Jayasingham's Blog

With my blog, I wish you a Happy Valentine's Day. As promised, with a gift, here are all the 24 lead characters that will cross the path of the main lead character. Every character plays a crucial role in the life of the main lead character. Each time the main lead character faces one of them, he dreams, seeks, cries, suffocates, breaks, rises, believes, hopes, and eventually, a will holds his faith for what war strikes upon. They are the transformation and resurgence of the main lead character. All of them are inspired by real-life in this world. Without them, he is empty, and with them, he is an emotion. They play a crucial role in his faith in life. Whether they are destiny or fate for him only to be known when the level of impact they place on him. He falls and rises with all these characters. The 24 women are the core crux encircling his life journey for who and what they have for him is all bout to come to you on March 8, for the mystery within them will prevail over the significance of his belief. I am here as an author, proud to announce all 24 women-inspired fabulous characters. Valentine is all about a gift in the form of love, yet their gift will crave a quest of heart to him. The love will be the foundation, loss, sacrifice, and rebirth in this very story. Is love about oneself determining destiny or their presence judging his fate? There is a phrase that every man's success a woman is behind. Here, I bring you a man's true heart to beat for 24 women behind it. They are his puzzle and maze for a heart to seek of. I welcome the one and only character named Creerloshin, whose heart was shaped by the astounding 24 women picturing a truth to risk for.

Creerloshin

Mother

Sister

Reenu

Angel

Chiarose

Amanque

Khyein

Kunashi

Mellreis

Sarvah

Shallet

Alyice

Munwin

Vanose

Harnela

Suen

Kamilia

Jandalo

Neerale

Kavlin

Mayleen

Kistal

Weiny

Jaciy

Knowing the date of the novel is just a couple of weeks away. I am here to break a hidden veracity about this story. Even though the story is based on real-life situations encountered in life, I never intended to fiction my characters. The characters in the tale each read and see what really existed in the world. This was the magnificent risk that I pledged to take for my story to depict each character's involvement. Each character in this story has inspired me in many ways through their personalisation. I aspire to forge a tale of actual-life people's characterisation that I live among them. I could have created my own characters to divulge the story's content. Yet, I looked back and was urged to make a contemporary story based on real life. I was determined to show the world of reality we are in. The courage to confront the mind and the impact left in our hearts brings the will of the soul. I had no wish to create an alternate universe or fairy tale story because no matter how we drifted, we woke into realism every day. Humans are everywhere, and I face every one of them. Their eyes I always felt on me. I often thought of giving up and discriminating myself from the world. I knew if I was silent even after, the truth faith to be shown would be covered with scum. The life I live and the growth in me, for I witness the world brought gripping furious to evoke a magnificent true story with real characters.

There were many side effects throughout the journey of this story as I embarked on placing real-life characters, notably when I faced telling the truth concerning their presence in my story. Some felt proud, a few ignored, and a certain had preferred to stay away from me. I was responsible for being honest when I conveyed to them that their inspiration had been taken for this story. I knew this wouldn't be a walk in the park, yet I desired to show a story with real-life encounters. This is a people's story where the lives and emotions we face conflict daily. Everyone has their own story, yet if we all merge, it will converge into an epic tale. I would not want anyone to be forced into this tale. Many walk away, disregarding for in vain and fearful exposition towards the world. I was questioned about my story, faith, and the intention I bringing up. However, I still would like to show my gratitude for each of the natural inspirations they gave me for a story to be formed. Knowing the novel is reaching a final date, an intuition tells me that everything happens for a reason. Are all these souls I crossed coming to a writing in me? Life is entirely of mysteries. We don't know much about who we are deep inside us. On February 14th, I will introduce each pan name lead character and their personal impression outlook on Valentine's Day. They are the core of this story for the main lead character. This a gift from me for Valentine's Day for all souls who believe in a heart; the characters are unfolding right before you.

Hi, here is my 11th blog. Thank you for immersing in my blogs. I hope you connect with at least one of every aspect I opened up. Of all the blogs, this blog will be where I will tell you where my story is taking you. The last 10 blogs as you perceive my questions and growth to where I am now. The interactions between me and the world are where the stage emerges into a novel. Even though the story has romantic elements, I have inducted many hidden bonds in the making of this story. I forged a main lead character whose growth is connecting with souls in various life phases. The main lead character will be born with an immense faith in life. The story grows in family episodes, building friendships and seeking love. The story is about how faith in bonds fights against how the world stamped impression for the connections of the main lead character. Based on my inspirational life, the story will revolve around kindness, love, respect and faith. The twist will be the angle of deceive and deception to anguish the main lead character. The fiery betrayal the character drowned to and the impact of the intense faith the character holds. The main lead character could be everyone who walks out into the world as an ordinary humans who smile outside and inside with many hidden strikes of downheartedness. The undying attitude thrives for something awaiting the outside world. The mystery will be fate or destiny to deem the life for the faith ending in a heart.

The epic novel will be published on March 8th, 2024. The main lead character with a pan name will be coming to you. The character will take a journey and show you a discerning style of bonds and connections. Behind the truth, March 8th, 2024, I have chosen the date because this story will be highly eccentric, with multiple women, the main lead character, crossed. The story will be dedicated to all women on March 8th, celebrating International Women's Day. The main lead character will revolve around the bonds and connections of various women in stages of life. As the author, I rise from dungeons to the unlimited of skies, that every soul, beginning and ending, has hidden bonds with the women he crosses by. The impact of the connections unpacked the main lead character raising a throne for a story named " The Heart To Seek". The main lead character is the beginning and end of this epic tale based on a true story. A story I knew and knew of; I am breaking the mute in me for once to risk the connections of love for bonds. The story will be driving lessons, inspirational, emotional, and heart-wrenching. The faith guard in the heart and for never given in the mind will be given to you on March 8th. The day you will begin for what the main lead character ends. As the author, I waited patiently for every second for a story to connect to the world. The day will significantly scale all bonds and connections, where the story "The Heart To Seek" will become a medium.

I have since had the maturity in me; I always looked up to having an ordinary life. The expected life I desire to have is like everyone else. Being regular my belief in this life. Sometimes, what I seek most in life is the hardest to attain. The essence of my dream of ordinary life was never meant for me. I often witness the world's life and compare it to me. Why am I not them being normal? Occasionally, I talk to myself about the prerequisite of being ordinary. I see the beauty of every soul's familiar, yet mine has always been like a wave to swim off or the edge of a mountain to be tripped off. I always feel uneasy every day I wake up, as something awaits me. A magnitude that is too high will reach me, and it will be a question of my endurance in the end. I have been tested, divided, pulled and squeezed. I have lost all the energy of myself, and the very last I had was my heartbeat to remind me of my life. Come to a point, the ordinary life I craved never materialised but took a toll on me. Time passed by with days and nights of me understanding my life breakthrough. I needed to know who and what I am for in this life. If ordinary is not my gift, then what is the unseen beauty. I walk to myself to figure out the unseen beauty, knowing something is inside me beyond my awareness. To apprehend who I am, I knew I had to embrace the pain of life.

It was the first step where humans tested me for how much agony I could take. I was always on the frontline to face anything against me. I am cover for many souls who act me as defensive. Dividing became a sector to puzzle the reality of righteousness and practicality. Love and heart in me were used for many conveniences. I was assured that a loyal group where is comfortable and pleasing. My senses faded, and I could not recognise the truth and the false. Everyone in a corner tells me to take a path, yet why does not everyone show me one equal destination of life, happiness? My thoughts and beliefs are pulled in every direction, waiting for a snapping point. An action that was always expected of me, and if implemented, disappointment awaits me at the end. Squeezing was the last field where I was forced to never do anything for whatever occurred around me. Being static, like a doll with no emotions. I had to erase all the feelings and define fate to satisfy the world's desire. It was the pinnacle. My hope was crushed, and I knew nothing was left in me. The suspense and the atrocities I could not take anymore led to a fire flaming in me. That fire began the unseen beauty of an ordinary soul in me. I was burning myself for the last sacrifice to peel off the immortal power in me. The power I felt in my fingers feared the humans, yet I admit to using it for the righteous and guarding the hearty souls. Suffering is never a route, yet if the route ventured, ordinary, never give in.

In every story, the pinnacle moment will be the climax. The climax determines the core of the story. The deciding factor of a story lies at the peak of the climax. I had been writing a story for the past two years, yet I suffered the most to give it an inspirational climax. I could not break the wall to unleash a perfect story's climax. Many reasons hold me up; one notable one is that it is based on a true story. I asked myself how to write a climax for a real-life story. In the journey of my writing, I wrote the story of what occurred in the past that I had eye-witnessed. I am approaching the climax at every stage and stop with words. How am I to predict the future of a real-life story. I could not judge whether fate or destiny would lead me to the future. Many times, I thought hard enough the crux of the story was my vision or the reality of mine. Initially, my story ended up as a revenge story. The eye for an eye was judging my mind to show the souls for what they impacted me. I intend the book to be a lesson in discrimination to the face of souls. My imagination was brutal, yet I felt it was a reasonable move to open the eyes of the soul in the world. Nice person finishing last was a phrase that angrily motivated me to finish the story's ending with heartless. A vendetta unleashes to strike every soul with an arrow.

I was once asked why my conflict was more significant than anyone else's. Why do my obstacles need to be looked upon, yet their lives have never been answered. Many things in this world are in a question mark. I was struck by that statement and wondered what I could do for the tussle I am against. Am I writing a story for myself or for the souls? Does my happiness mean my self-mindedness or selflessness? It's where I stage crucial content through a story in a book. The story could be suggested for everyone and reflect their perspective. I chose sacrifices for the least contentment could rise above my shoulders. I do not wish the souls who read my story to turn into negative emotions. I strive to breach the darkness for significant hope in every soul. I need a fusion of authentic life and visionary climax in this magnificent story to accomplish the resolution. I crafted and rewrote the climax for the ending that can lift souls for concrete faith. The revenge conclusion turned into a sacrificial quest closing. I impulse for an inspirational finale. The climax will revolve around how a contemporary predicts the future of one's faith. The climax will be composed of how one present redefines a true future ending. The climax will be a turning point for a run not to accept hatred for love but a belief in love. A dual reality set to forge in the finale.

I still remember the faces of the world when I was down in the dungeons. The eyes I saw in them as I judged myself for being not vigilant towards my steps toward life. The world perceives my life as naivety for what I had brought upon life. They either watch or pass by. I knew I was bygone at that moment. I lost directions. The silence was the only option I took. I even wondered what was the point of my existence. It was useless because the souls I watched in my growth were deaf or discarded me as a noise. The innocence I claimed for believing in the nobility places me at the lowest point of my life. No matter where I run, humans are everywhere and only choose to see what they intend for. Hiding was an act of cowardice. I seek respect for my true self the least, yet I was torn for being in a straight line. Adaptability, giving, and taking are responsibilities to survive in this world, but not willingness for a heart. I always look in the mirror and ask myself what I am. I am not typical and ordinary, just like everyone else. Is being normal complicated for me? Either I hated souls who could be at ease with being ordinary where I couldn't, or I despised myself for not being ordinary like them. The mind and heart in me are bringing me to a place. I thought I was writing my destiny, yet beyond circumstances leading up to a magnificent.

The oddness I feel myself was a curse or gift to take the challenge. The setbacks I went through throughout my life evoked a sleeping beast. The Beast I had in me for three decades. Ironically, I was not aware the Beast had in me. The eyes of mine closed and woke the Beast's eye. The moment the Beast rose, I couldn't constraint. The rage, anger, frustration, and demolition were significant. I was losing the soul in me. What is the righteous to face this world with the Beast or the soul in me? I knew the Beast would cause destruction and massacre for many hearts. It sounds like a victory, yet the long hoping faith in me will vanish. I knew I had to contain the Beast in me. In limbo, I had to reach a depth in myself to find an answer. I needed the power to master the Beast, and turning naivety into writing strengthened my will for the outburst of the Beast. The Beast and I were in hand-to-hand combat. I seal the Beast with a story, yet the Beast is me. I shall confront the world with a dual personality in me. I shall require the soul and the Beast to evoke a story for fighting the odds beyond merely hope. The quest to seek will be a curse or gift. The world saw a human in me in the past, and now they are confronting my new transformation. The Beast took the throne of the main lead character, and I am destiny's author for the Beast.

Throughout my writing journey, there was a time I needed to confess about my project to the characters who brought me inspiration for their roles in the story. I will sacrifice my time to have a chance to express my thoughts and vision, a tale about to be brought up. The time is set for an expedition to reveal that a project is coming based on their inspirational role in my story. Certain inspirational characters were proud, a few were disbelief, some were surprised, a number had ignored, and a part never wanted to be in it. I knew the world would not be in phase with me because they have their respective lives. It's the sole instinct to guard their life for not learning what they are front for. In this journey, one thing came to my mind. When I am nothing, questions are only thrown at me. It was as if everyone had suspicions about me or was sceptical about my motive or disbelief about my faith. A hatred grew in me that the destiny leading to revenge. I insist on where that destiny is forging me up. I could not take my fingers and point anything else because the world had been ages of wariness and mistrust. I voice myself. Is morality to be shown as an object to the world's eyes? I took the criticism and discrimination to myself, believing I would rise from the ashes for not knowing the consequences. I puzzle the compass setting for an end or a new beginning.

The mortality of my story is about one soul's faith. I am walking in the path of faith and the world's urges to eye the identity without the depth of faith. They wish not to walk in faith for fear of deceit. I questioned how to open my faith to the world without an identity. Faith is a trust for something that can't be known yet, only a sense for a belief. World patience and the courage to walk in the path of my project are slipping off. Many gave up and wandered off, yet some noble stayed within me. I could have walked alone because solitude is nothing new to me. The revenge became an aspiration for a heart when souls mettle the code of faith with me. The walk finally reaches a home to be addressed in "The Heart To Seek". Instead of an answer for relived, questions piled up for morality for the address. Humans have the norm of asking questions without looking for answers. Now, I am queried what more I need than home. The home I am crafting is not for myself but for the soul's urge to connect to a place where the heart belongs. The aspirations are churning out a quest. I found the address and sought the hearts for a home I had discovered. The expedition I write about will bring hope to never hide a genuine, even a storm to face off. Sometimes morality is a faith that never ends but continues to a new magnum resurrection for generations.

The magnum question is how I am writing a story. How do I write scene by scene? How am I coming up with a scenario and building the story? How is the flow story? How I have an idea for a story. How did I have the vision to build the characters? The question is how...how...how... I was advised in my beginning stage to write a magnum story, which is to read books and be inspired by how a story is told. I did not write for a story to be told, a story to experience, a story to live for; I wrote a story to risk for. I headed to many bookshops and flipped many books to visualise how a story would be shown. I tried multiple times to read different genres and versions of books. Nothing triggers my heart. They all have fabulous stories, but I could not be influenced by any of them. I flip from the first to the second page. I end up closing the books and walking off. I sense myself not having the ingenuity to write a story. I stopped seeking what was outside but what was inside me. To me, stories need to live in every soul's heart. I asked myself what inspired me to look for a story. Where to begin and how to end. If a story is to be written based on real life, what criteria should be examined for? What is my style of writing? I kept digging into it.

I remember I had inspirational figures behind the glass cabinet with me. The moving figures speak to me. I look at them; there is a superhero, a villain, and a fighter. I look at each of their stories and how they are brought up. The rise of a superhero story, the emergence of a falling villain, and the fighter to battle for faith. I distinguished each of them, but when I walked a few steps back, looking at the whole picture of the figures, I saw a story to risk for. The epic story could always be behind the glass I collected for decades. I see that every perspective story has a timeline. A touch of the past, present and future. My identity is to be defined as a loser in every battle against the time I stepped into. I was no match to down my knees. My will had been tormented, yet I knew I was alive and breathing. I pronounce to stand up to master the time. I became nonlinear. I shift the time from the present to the past, heading to the future. I urge myself to conquer all the timelines so one past determines the present for an action to the future. A hero will battle with a villain with various timelines for a fight to have an answer for the faith. The question is whether the hero is a villain or the villain is a hero. The breakthrough lies in the quest for faith.

Everyone has a dream story. If asked someone for a dream story, some would want to find a fairy tale, historical, period, futuristic, comedic, or dramatic. The visionary souls of their stories live in dreams and never become real. An imaginary world crafted to escape from the real world. The real world became filthy to have a noble story. I questioned why the depiction of bonds is more attractive in imagination. It's like the souls prefer to be in a world that does not exist than feel a sense of being tangible. Contemporary has been undervalued drastically in recent years. I thought about whether to love or hate; we live in the real world. One soul can sweep the dirt instead of running, avoiding and fearing. We walk the road daily, and comforting our minds with the stinks is part of accepting life. I chose to clean the dirt and walk the real world. Mindlessness is never a solution. Initially, no souls were willing to stay on my side. All oppose and stand across the bridge. I look at them far away from the imaginary world. I shouted to the souls to sense them the real is here. I could not get specific reasons for thriving to have a life that was not real. My effort to wake the dream was all in vain. The illusion dream nurtures the soul's faith by shutting the eyes. I stand all alone in the reality of seeing the deception.

Contemporary became a word to my life. I was voiced by many souls not to live in the past or overthink the future. The present life we live and care for is what it is now. The majority speak for a life of which they know. Rare to none perceive a current life of mystery. The delusion is a quest for the mystery to break upon. I urge the souls to apprehend the meaning of true present life. The genuine, courageous souls who live present life walk the path without fear for faith. Not knowing where the future and destiny are forging a road, I am inclined to show the world the real underrated contemporary romance story to be told. I had a destination but needed a passage. If you walk forward, there are many complex passages to experience. It could be a new life to explore. Then I asked myself what about the decades of my life I have encountered. Does even that cross anything in my mind. I twist the story by walking to the past, leading to a future. The way an autobiography builds for a drive to a contemporary romance destination. I am touching the fine line between destiny and fate. I shall cleanse the filthy real world with the beginning of my story. I am longing to witness the souls. Do they have the courage to walk the bridge for trust in actuality? The story will bring out the life between bridges, leading to an ending for faith in contemporary life.

I could have voiced content in various ways, yet I chose the authentic writing approach to reach people worldwide. I asked myself, why to write? Why not go for a live interview, a voice in social media, or even confront the souls face to face. I thought all that before writing and found only time to be in vain. Even this writing time has consumed me, but I grew up how I was a few years back. I knew if I needed to carry the content, I acquired sacrifices in my personal life. To sacrifice, I must have the courage to walk in the path of flames. To have courage, I will never die of any fear to face in future. While the writing was making, I silent myself and only a voice inside me I talk to. The voice will only give me questions about my eyes perceiving the world. I write not for myself but for the world to have a glance. Life can be such a road. During my writing journey, I have interacted with many souls to acquire the knowledge and wisdom for my story. For the faith to the surface, souls fear unconditionally as more I swam into the depths. Everyone believes in content, yet they hide because the subconscious minds in them will jail their beliefs. The reason for all this happening is time. No one has time to comprehend and to consider for a faith. Eyes are on floors or focus on digital. Safe is a word to describe protection, yet now, to an enlargement, safe has become a zone for comfort.

We seek acknowledgement far away from someone, yet we erase those around us. There is nothing wrong with seeking souls for bond and connection. I asked the thought of abandoning to shine at the new spot. The world I witness is always for a haunt and a rush for a goal. The race is about the end, not the run we made. The world is now more of a machine than the feel of a soul. I once was prey to a parallax for an eye at the goal. Now, I attempted to correct the world's eyesight; some listen, some ignore. The one who attends will take more time to connect to the world. Ignorance prefers to be a virtual world because the least is that life peace contrast the real world. Fear consumes everyone's eyes because speaking from the heart will be penalised. I desire to be human. I am afraid I am to be a machine for lost souls. Storytelling became a mode for me to connect because I knew souls never stop by for plain subjects. To awaken the eyes, the content has to be striking and shining. I am here for a story to evoke a genuine. I still wonder if this is enough; I want to try rather than doubt. Stories are not made; they are inspired by what is around us to be hidden. Writing grew me into a soul; I asked the world what has raised you to be a human.