Pensive Princess
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Life is like a flowing river.But is the river rapid or slow? Is there an undercurrent or not? Does it finally get to empty itself in the sea...
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I was in a rush. Moms always are.It was way past bedtime and yet my boy who was suffering from throat infection held the glass in his left h...
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Boromamima I t took me a year, to gather myself and write about a very dear friend - my Boromamima (my aunt, maternal uncle’s wife). How ov...
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