I had an official dinner, which wasn't compulsory. But I chose to go because sometimes it matters. I am sorry that I wasn't there to put you to bed. This is how you greeted me when I got home just now.
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When I was on the Verge of Quitting
I am writing this post one year and one month after my last post. I buried writing as a past hobby, or a habit. I buried my urge to write as...
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I am writing this post one year and one month after my last post. I buried writing as a past hobby, or a habit. I buried my urge to write as...
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I stayed for two years in Kanglung but when my friends made a trip to Rangshikhar, I could not. I lived with regret for nine years. But toda...
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Aww, sweet baby.
I get the feeling that she was looking for her mama and fell asleep...
I know...look at her. Not the best picture. By the way, when are you graduating?
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