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Zoomed in to the world of a 17-year old and the crazy ongoings within her mind. Slightly philosophical, idealistic and science-y. In pursuit of something, on some sort of journey. 17, GOING ON 18. The clock will strike twelve. And just like that, you will no longer be a minor. Not a child, officially legal. Really? And, what is going to change really? I will finally see myself in a different light. But, the same person. While I would love to believe that there will.
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Welcome to Hand 2 Heart Blog! July 5, 2016. Okay so I am going to describe in short the message in these books, the best way I can so please bear with me. Firstly, if we think of young children growing up and exploring the world. What do these children know? I hope you enjoye.
I was reminiscing the rides of the past few years. Popped out a few happy tears. From the hills to the valley to the plateau to the pass. I have piled on a memories that will ever last. As we thump on the road with friends or foes. Feels the nick of time should walk on tip toes. From the fun filled moments on the halt we take. To the admiration in eyes while the dawn break. And as evening began to fall. Temple or church bell or the prayers from mosque began to call. With hands folded and eyes of honor .
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