Janhavi Pandurangi

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Much like the rain-fed oases in the Thar Desert, the person I was now would disappear one day, never to be found again. The relationships I felt attached to, the things I dearly owned, even that strange melancholic feeling would be gone, never to be found again. I rummaged through my memories, looking for the person I had been on other rooftops.
The Shooting Star: A Girl, Her Backpack and the World
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