It wasn't until last week, when I sat down with a grim expression on my face, allowing my thoughts flow. It was the auspicious time of the year, the time of 'Paryushan'. Despite the absence of food in my system since that morning, the grumble of my stomach refused to reach my ears. Questions flooded and thoughts bombarded. And before I knew it, I was jotting something down, once again.
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Thursday, September 20, 2018
A Path to Peace
It wasn't until last week, when I sat down with a grim expression on my face, allowing my thoughts flow. It was the auspicious time of the year, the time of 'Paryushan'. Despite the absence of food in my system since that morning, the grumble of my stomach refused to reach my ears. Questions flooded and thoughts bombarded. And before I knew it, I was jotting something down, once again.
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This is wonderful to see a girl of your age penning down some deep thoughts. The future is bright for people like you. Keep writing and ranting .
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