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  • You’re Probably Single This Valentine’s Day Because:

    February 14, 2016 •CULTURE •Author:

    Well, obviously you know yourself better than me. Still, I’d like to make few guesses. Now, lets see The amount of ice cream you consume every day is almost illegal And cry later cause you chubby now.   You think you’re ugly. And you actually are. Right?!? RIGHTT?!?! Nobody knows your...

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  • Drifting With the Wind – A Journey to America

    April 22, 2015 •NON-FICTION •Author:

    “Can I have your boarding pass, sir?” Quietly, I give it to her. I get inside the plane and find the seat I am supposed to sit in. It’s nine thirty with the moon soaring high up in the sky. The sun had already set a couple of hours ago; it’s the moon’s turn now, …...

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  • Think Like A Billionaire, Be A Billionaire

    March 17, 2015 •CAREER •Author:

    So how many of us want to be a billionaire? Wait, you don’t need to answer that. Of course, EVERYBODY wants to be a BILLIONAIRE. So how many of us have at least TRIED to think like a billionaire? Not most of us, I guess. That’s why there’s 1% controlling one third of the...

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  • The Next Real Thing – Part II

    January 7, 2015 •FICTION •Author:

    Part I here It took me almost 5 hours to review his 4-page long document. And when I knew, I have already had a packet of biscuit and drank 3 cups of coffee. Maya stared at me for a second, I gave her a dirty look. I had to reach my office at 11 and …...

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  • The Next Real Thing – Part 1

    January 5, 2015 •FICTION •Author:

    A lunatic, a lover, a madman. Just because it dealt with a man, who was madly and stupidly in love with a girl. And the best part was, he didn’t yell or cry during any other inspections.  “A peaceful guy eh!?”, was her very first impression. And she did it. She took the case. Sara …...

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  • The Shy Guy From Last Bench

    December 31, 2014 •POETRY •Author:

    Late to catch up, The sleepy eyes never were that lively, To catch those hovering eyes or those short glances, Short glances that were stolen, Midst of the crowd; were evasive. Warned and was told, The beautiful thief, Ever so ready; was hiding, Never realized; taken for granted, Sleepy eyes now...

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