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    I, a student, a poet, a learning novelist, a stargazer, an amateur musician, a blogger (newly) and above all, a human. These blogs are my life's journey. My blogs share my insight on topics, my creations, my opinion and my need for opinions from You! So, my dear readers, let's start a journey together!

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