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"No one has control over thoughts. So why waste them jot them down instead".
This blog is a result of all those deep, dark, gloomy, intense, and profound thoughts popping inside the writer's head. This is the place that a user shall visit and shall not leave without gaining anything. It may include introspection, self-realization, brain storming, virtue, laughter, content, tear, excitement; anything. It shall include short stories, essays, poems or merely conversations between some fictional characters; covering a variety of genres and all leading towards justifying the title. The sole mission behind creating this blog is to bring out the emotions hidden inside an introvert human heart and let them flow throughout the script.

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