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IF I COULD TURN BACK TIME, you might think that this time I will choose to not break my heart by you, anyone else. But I am not doing that. If I could turn back time, I would again let our first meeting be near that coffee machine just like the last time. Just like the last time, I would again see you drinking your coffee. I would again see you smiling with your friends...God that smile, this time I would see that smile a little longer. I would again ask my best friend about you. I would again find you on social media and stalk you again. I would again wait for the breaks to see you. I would again catch you watching me. I would again watch your friends tease you whenever I'm there. I would again fall for those eyes. I would again fall for you, this time with more intensity and with more love. And just like the last time, I would again let you love me, happily recreate us. I would again happily go through all our moments together, this time with a silver lining. A hope w...

One last time~To my home sweet home, Bye bye - this time for ever! Of course, I may come, visit you again, but still its not guaranteed right?! So yeah, lets wave each other good bye. You have always been our 1st special home, native, technical birth place to us, to me and will always remain the same no matter what. You hold memories of my infancy, toddlerhood, my pre-school days, my first gang of friends, all our summer holidays, festival times, siblings/cousins group up and most importantly our grandpa. I still remember those times when I used to hide in that corner room to escape from crackers and thunder, that one landscape picture using which I would intimidate my brother, those cultural programs that have been conducted right opposite to the house during the thiruvila times, those two darling sofa set thats been a part of this house-ever since I know, that one green special cot for which I used to fight with deepu always, those late night mottamaadi times, that offic...

SPOILER AHEAD GUYS!  I read a book named 'One arranged murder'.Even though I found earlier that the character Anjali is the antagonist of the story,even though I found myself holding some grudges over her for killing her own sister but later as the story started to proceed I didn't start to like her but its like I saw myself in her...my feeling my way of opinions my way of thinking my way of dressing sense(obviously I don't have that dresses but that type of dresses is what I want to wear)... on the whole i saw me in her ,even the accessories she wore is of my liking.On top of all that she had the same opinion as mine on family ,relationship and even in love.Even she fell in love with the same guy I did in the story(of course😂)She fell for someone who was actually trapped her not that I had also fallen for the one who had trapped me but I would fall for those words just like her.Even I would have envy just like her.That's because that is me,I may be a c...