These little kids, Nikita, Meera and the other girl walk into the school parting in their own ways. One to meet her friend, other to join her playmates and the last in her own thoughts.
I write about what affects me, enthralls me. I write my experiences, I write my emotions. To grow, to learn, to live, to celebrate Life. I write.
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