I know why the caged bird sings. Modi- Hereafter it will be like this only. The whole nation was excited. Finally someone is going to do something! Me thin.

I want to sing like the birds sing, not worrying about who hears or what they think. Niether can I write a poetic description of how i feel. But this is something I have pondered upon for a very long time.

The Western Ghats are never more beautiful than during monsoons and Panchgani is a quick weekend getaway for almost anyone living in Pune or Mumbai. Drenched in rain drops which glisten off every leaf,every fruit,every house and every road, you feel instantly energized and happy! What I love about Panchgani-Mahabaleshwar. The weather and beautiful greenery which is a welcome sight.

I got my ticket back home and suddenly things became very real. It took me some time.

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I put my earbuds in and pressed shuffle. I immediately paused it, not sure if I could handle that particular song today. A few indecisive minutes passed, and I hesitantly clicked the song back on. As a line in the first verse played, I could feel stinging tears begin to sprout in my eyes.

What It Means To Me.

We dance round in a ring and suppose, but the secret sits in the middle and knows. If I had known, I would have never brought children into this world. I would have never gotten married. I would have never adopted another child. I would have never tried to confront those who have hurt me. I would have never attempted to heal. I would have never become the burden that I am right now. I would have never allowed myself to lose control.

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