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Where I regale you with personal stories that are lavishly embellished with half-truths and lies.
My pièce de résistance and the only reason this blog exists.
For the love of books, periodically interspersed with book reviews.
Inspired by ‘Horn.Ok.Please’ written behind all Indian trucks, these chronicle my writing shenanigans.
Since I don’t know the r of rhythm, these are my humble attempts at poetry writing. If by some fluke they do have a rhythm, it is because my mother has tampered with them.
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