Like the fruits of school,

we budded together.

Hand in hand,

tangled in one another.

With the peachy, self-created

classroom folklores

We played with feathers.

But, now we ride a flashback to those

immortal moments

without any friendship’s day weather.

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A woman without wings but with a superpower to express and pen down her gray matter thoughts accompanied by her weapon of words, is here for the betterment of her readers.

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