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The day I was travelling to Trivandrum, I was in my black-dyed gown with a sandal touched bow on the hip. The 9-year-old me was travelling to Trivandrum with my mom and my elder sister in a double seater bus. The bus was compact yet comfortable. It was the earlier 21st century’s airbus without AC Read More...
Published on Feb 22,2021 11:19 PM
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They were playing and laughing at each other as if they were friends. They ate together; they talked together; they teamed together as if they were cousins. They grew up playing together. Holidays can never separate them. If there was a team game, they were the team. They hunted the treasure. They h Read More...
Published on Feb 22,2021 11:07 PM
