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Wacky Figments

All of us have a thousand thoughts running in our head all throughout the day. Many of these thoughts arise and descend in their place of origin (the head) and only a few manifest. Here, I jot down all those wacky figments (that I know have skimpy or no chances of manifestation) in the form of proses and verses.

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Finding my Hiraeth

Posted by Gayatri Bhagowati on September 09, 2023

Adulting Hiraeth life reflections Self talk Weekend

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In the name of adulting

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Of new cities

Posted by Gayatri Bhagowati on August 28, 2023

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The magnificent and the mundane

Posted by Gayatri Bhagowati on May 25, 2023

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Posted by Gayatri Bhagowati on May 14, 2023

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Gayatri Bhagowati: Here's the virtual diary of an ordinary millennial kid. I started this blog when I was sixteen, do read the posts if they interest you. If not, then I sincerely hope that my writings can intrigue you someday in the future!

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