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Smriti Srivastava's Memories Of A Wandering Soul

My name means Memory. I think my grandmother aptly named me
so, probably realizing I will end up cherishing memories
more than anything else in my life as I continue to grow.

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An Education (not the movie)
We stand there, totally bored, waiting for the elevator to descend from floor 9 to zero. I see a couple of familiar faces who acknowledge m......
7 Years Ago
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Tamasha
Finally managed to watch Tamasha today, and boy! Last time a movie haunted me so much was Dev D (although that one was another level. I reme......
8 Years Ago
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Blood Bonding and Beyond
I've loved you even before I could understand what it meant to be an 'elder sister'. You were my precious ever since I could remember your ......
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An Open Letter to Army in Secunderabad Cantonment
Dear 'Top Officials' in Secunderabad Cantonment, How's it going? I'm sure you are facing a tough time answering civilians about vehicular m......
10 Years Ago
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And you'll make me proud
My sweet little Aayansh, ALWAYS see the good in people And you'll make me proud. Never judge someone by their name And you'll make me pr......
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My Little Big Man
My Little Big Man
My Dearest Aayu, You are three and a half months old now and sometimes I forget how tiny you are. When I hold you close and look into your ......
10 Years Ago
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