Sing along, even if you can't sing. Tomorrow's tune will be different from the gloomy notes that today played. Tomorrow will be a different song, And if you decide, It could be a joyful note on the string.
On March 23, 1931 Three youths died shouting slogans till their last breath to keep the revolution alive. More than six decades of sleep later, they perhaps still scream in their graves: Wake up.
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A bundle of contradictions who needs enough sleep and food to keep in the chirpy mood that I usually am in.
Have worked as a stringer, a copywriter and as a content writer in that order since I was in college.
Currently immersed (come up for air occasionally) in the 10-month M.S program at Columbia University, Graduate School of Journalism 2012. Studying on a Fulbright grant.
Look forward to a career in writing, teaching and perhaps, junk jewellery that i make...