Pratika Singh
Published writing
If I were a girl in a book
If I were a girl in a book, I would not belong to people. I would belong to nature— to dusty old libraries and dog-eared books, to quiet rooftops, paint-stained brushes, to dancing alone, to music leaking through windows blurred by rain. If I were a girl in a book, authors wouldn’t know where to place me. Too quiet to be dramatic. Too intense to be simple. So they’d describe the spaces around me…