A bhagavad gita teacher from the age of six, a writer, a traveler, a singer, a dancer, a dreamer, a reader, a listener, and as a human being is incomplete, unprofessional at home, loves anything and everything, lives with parents, more innocent than ignorant, god loving, less spoken, girl with a smile…..
Misty the eve was,
As you walked into the room,
They called you snowy wind,
But I called you friend.
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OM, the syllable I learnt
OM, the peace I owned
OM, the miracle I amazed
OM, the breeze I loved
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