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Rebooting ...

Almost Six months ...

The green, lightening green, stem first got stemmed ... something stoppered its giggles ... and the greenery slowly darkened ... became pale, shrunken ... just an inert mass ... full of dusts ... leaving no scope for some one to look after it ...

My Blog has kissed though not the death ... but it suffers a feeling of being stemmed ...

Its frightening for me ... promising to keep writing ... writing is yet, the best art of the mankind. Hope, will be updating on daily basis.

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