A writer's soul stuck in the intricacies of science, wanting to gather enough experiences and turn them into ink and paper. Although, I feel that a writer writes her soul but a reader reads his reflections in it. The peculiar ways of my life has always fascinated me, and urged me to explore more, not only the human mind, but humans and humanity as a whole, hopefully leading me to interesting findings. Literature, life and music geek to boot.
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Remembering you...
And if I was to think of you again, you remind me of all the gentle things in life. Like the comfort of my pink blanket, a hand to hold on...
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In the memory of the most special soul I am blessed with. With a laughter worn like a crown, you giggled in the blazing sun, and crack...
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The other day we had a new roommate in our room. She was a 35- year old woman amidst the twenties-people in the room. It isn’t ambiguous t...