The journey itself, transitory as it is, is a sensory train. You keep flitting ahead, your shadow skiing the sides, and the mind is a little child in the toy-section of a supermarket. There is nothing greater or relevant than the world you find yourself in.
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The IHM Chronicles Series
I had hardly been there for a few minutes or so in my first college, the Institute of Hotel Management, Kovalam, and life was suddenly beginning to look like a beach holiday. More
On My Nightstand
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