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Hello everyone! This is Nimisha.
Well, I simply love writing, I mean, not exactly fiction, but yes, writing about the current issues, the current happening, Somewhat like what journalists do. And, as my writing is appreciated by all and I enjoy it too, I thought of making it as a profession. And before that, I need some practice. So, here I am. With, some new ideas. And an ambition. To change. To start a new revolution. To express myself. Expresse vous!

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