First Blog

27th March

yes its today's date-my first blog ;)

everyone insisted me in creating a blog but I always had an excuse or other but today ah I just though to fulfill the requests of my friends. This is just a blog or lets say a space for me to write about myself, what I see around and what I feel. So basically its writing for self.

Nothing much to write. In case anyone of you reading my blog, I don't want you to get bored at my first blog (hehe)

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