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About the author:
I’m 21 years old guy from India. I grew up in Sri Anandpur Sahib, Punjab. I’m studying Food Science & Technology (Hons.) right now. I’m also having advanced diploma in Communication skills. I have only written one book yet named Secrets As Legacy. I like writing mystery thrillers. Apart from books, I love writing songs. My passion for writing rose when I wrote my first song. I’m also the founder and editor in chief of B Louder Magazine, a digital magazine focusing on photography, literary, lifestyle, fitness, health, art, fashion and home improvement.
What inspired you to write your book?
Secrets As Legacy – Tale of the Mysterious Heart is my first book. It is loosely based on my experiences growing up in a small town and on my college life. Real life experiences actually inspire me to write books.
Here is a short sample from the book:
Kyler’s First Visit to BMD Diner
I felt tired as my eyes glazed over. I needed coffee. I stepped out of the dorm and glanced down the busy RT Street and headed toward a nearby vintage diner. The sign outside read “BMD Diner” sharing the same name with my college.
Inside the diner, I found it empty but in disarray with dirty dishes cluttering one end of the counter and chairs randomly stacked in corners, or piled up around a few tables. Confetti littered the floor, and a few odd balloons gathered in one corner of the ceiling.
“Hello! Anybody in here? Hello!”
Silence greeted me. Just about the time I figured I’d leave, a mysterious voice behind me made me jump.
“Hello, young Man!” I turned around and saw an old lady, wearing a V-necked black dress with black stockings and heels, like she just came from the funeral. “How can I help you?”
I glanced at her jet-black hair. “I was wondering if you have some coffee.”
“Sorry, young man,” she replied. “We are out of coffee. We had a big party last night.”
“Who drinks coffee in parties these days?”
“It was a kid’s birthday party.”
That explained the condition of the diner to me. But kids don’t drink coffee. Then, she asked me if I want anything else. I looked around.
“Do you have something to eat?”
“No, dear,” she replied.
“But we have red wine.”
“Wine? No, I don’t drink,” I said. “Thank you.”
She looked at me oddly. “I don’t like those people who wear masks.”
“What do you mean?” I asked. What did that even mean?
“Ask your family, ask your father.”
“My father?” I asked. “How do you know my father?”
She smiled at me. “I know everything… I know who you really are.”
Her smile turned into a laugh.
“I should probably get going,” I said, starting to feel unnerved.
“Just remember one thing: they are coming after you. They are coming to get something from you that is very close to your heart. Be careful.”
“Your past is a lie, your present is a secret and your future is a mystery,” she said in a heavy voice.
“Are you crazy?” Now, none of what she said made any sense.
She smiled again. “I’m just trying to help.”
I turned and stepped out of the diner without saying a word. Then I heard her shouting, “I know you will come back soon, when you will be in the middle of nowhere, and you won’t have any other choice. Then I’ll help you but don’t forget to bring strawberries, I love strawberries.”