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Free and Fickle

As a child I wasn’t much of an introvert. Gathering from the faint memories, I am quite sure of it. The change happened amidst the process of growing up, learning how to take up responsibilities, the pressure of maintaining grades, trying to be better at basketball and ping pong, to not sweat during extempores, learning how to sit like a lady, and all things similar. Then came the days of running back to my room,

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Almost Superwoman

Staring out the window, gazing at the sky and the tall lamp posts lined in the streets, allowing old memories to come flooding back, while the speakers blare out my exquisite collection of tracks that have stuck with me, for longer than any of my scrunchies ever have; is my favourite thing to do in the moving car. Although time and again it hasn’t proved to be friendly since I do not wear water-proof mascara.