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Hello ! This blog is managed, written and edited by me, Aishwarya Iyer. I am a student pursuing Energy Sciences and Engineering at IIT Bombay. Previously I studied at S.E.S High School and Junior College Thane and at Pace Junior Science College Thane.
 I enjoy reading novels, writing short stories and articles. I also enjoy swimming(a lot) and music (who doesn't :P ).
Well that's all! Hope you enjoy my blog... and leave your opinions in the comments! :D Criticism, and also, compliments are welcome! :)

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