Coming Back

More than after two and a half years, I am writing this blog post. Thanks to my friend Moksh, who created his blog (mokshgoray.blogspot.in) and that was what made me remind that I too have a little space on this huge online world. I felt that maybe it's time to start writing once again.

I hope that I will keep posting pieces from my heart here, a place where maybe no one will read them but still they would be here meaning to be read. :)

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  1. Unknown24 July 2015 at 16:43

    truly said.
    may be no one is reading here but it is a great platform to convey our thoughts.I remember once when I opened my whatsapp account in the morning than there was your message'read my masterpeice' that day I realise I should start writing again.That day after one year 1 year I started writing again.All thanks to you @arnay

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