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.
Saturday, 14 July 2018
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Remembering you...
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