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Personal stories that are lavishly embellished with half-truths, lies and some wisdom.
My pièce de résistance and the only reason this blog exists.
Inspired by ‘Horn.Ok.Please’ written behind all Indian trucks, these chronicle my writing shenanigans.
My humble attempts at poetry writing. If by some fluke they have a rhythm, it is because my mother has tampered with them.
For the love of books, periodically interspersed with *not* book reviews.
An online record of all ways in which I have grown as a person.