Have you ever noticed that nothing in your destiny is chalked out 'simply, for nothing, just like that' and that everything has a purpose? In the last seven months since I started my creative writing journey in March, I feel I have been traversing the two different perceptions of identities. I feel I am inching towards my writing aspirations by treating writing as a much sacred, much serious art than I ever did. The motivation behind this change, to me, is majorly owed to someone whom I intended to meet and forget as a passer-by. How wrong I was! Here is my confession to the girl who remained in oblivion, becoming my light.