She writes under the name Samantha, a name that holds the softness of rain and the strength of silence. To those who’ve met her, she’s Sonu Singh—quiet in a crowd, but never lacking depth. She feels the world too deeply, the way some people hear music in everything or cry at sunsets. Her heart has always searched for home in people, but found it instead in paper and pen. Raised by melodies and metaphors, Samantha’s sanctuary lies in nature, kind eyes, and the lyrics of Taylor Swift. Often misunderstood, often unseen—she turned her ache into art. She writes not to be known, but to feel less alone. Her words are not loud, but they linger. They are a hand reaching out in the dark to anyone who’s ever felt like the extra in their own story. This book is not her arrival. It’s her becoming.