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I am reflection of my deeds. Love myself I do. Not everything, but I love the good as well as the bad. I love my crazy lifestyle, and I love my hard discipline. I love my freedom of speech and the way my eyes get dark when I’m tired. I love that I have learned
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There are very few times in life that you are taken aback by the sheer beauty of Mother Nature. Why? Well, we live in concrete jungles with high rises surrounding us and little or no time to even look at the sky.
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New year. New beginnings. New everything. That time of the year again when we all shed that skin of the old year like a snake and move on. Easier said than done, some would say but the dreamers know it to be true…
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“Every artiste was first an amateur” ~ Emerson Today, the blog is all about the homage to humanity. Last week, the World saw Paris go from the city of love to a city of fear and blood. I pray for each and every life lost in the horrific massacre of humanity. I pray for the
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There is a city for tourists and then there is a city for the residents. These two things and situations never coincide with one another. You know how when you live in a city, you are not very impressed by it everyday. It becomes routine. Same city as a tourist brings a huge smile on
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Travel, for the soul of a wanderer is the most open soul of them all. Travel, for your mind shall open to possibilities. Travel, for the World will teach you what your sheltered home couldn’t. No, I am not quoting Shakespeare, I very often do but not this time around. These are my thoughts just
MANASVI SHARMA BAWA 