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17 years of unadulterated passion...

Wednesday, 5 November 2014

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nupur: Living in 9 different cities, attending 7 schools and enjoying the perks of being a military brat in just 17 years of your existence, teaches you more than what one can think of, Most importantly, it teaches you how to learn and reflect. I am a regular teenage girl doing regular things and here to narrate some of my out of the odd(!!) experiences. Writing to me, is therapeutic and I hope to make it such an experience to the readers as well.

Much love! Preeti Shenoy

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