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Hey Guys! :)

Not having followed too many blogs to date, and being an occasional visitor to Quora as well, I think I might safely say none of the cliches on my blog will be intentionally done. I sincerely hope there won't be any at all. And if you're wondering why I am even writing a blog, lets just say I think it'll be super fun! :D I may not be into reading all the social stuff online but I do read a lot and I enjoy writing! Hopefully, you guys will like this blog enough to tune in often! :D

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  1. little Thinker30 March 2014 at 01:24

    Hello Aishwarya,
    I'm a big fan of your blog. "Pearl" was really beautiful.
    You inspired me to write my own blog
    http://bigthingssmallsize.blogspot.in/
    (its not very good and more of philosophy with science).
    Please keep writing, and do reply if possible
    Thank you
    - your biggest fan

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    1. Aishu15 April 2014 at 18:20

      Thank u! :D Means a lot. :) Viewed your blog and it is cool. And I will keep writing, as soon as my exams are done, more posts will come up. :) Or maybe during my exams ;)

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