 I saw birds, flying to their homes, right after the rays of sun waved a goodbye for the day , it was a fascinating sight. I wished that I could fly too. The flying wanderers getting lost in the mystery of clouds imbibes a sense of liberty. A liberty from the whirlpool of problems that doesn't let us step out of its viscous cycle. :)
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AuthorWriting is a phenomenal medium of expression and impression. It's my way of penning down life in bits and pieces. Also for me it's a way of emoting my heartfelt sentiments. I hope to evoke the most honest thoughts that run in my head . Archives
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