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A space in mind… for imagination!
4x2 feet balcony… to breathe!
A4 size papers…to sketch a dream!
Blog…to scribble!
A smart phone… for midnight Angry Birds!
Colorful bedside lamps… to fiddle with the switches!
HIMYM…for smiles!
Pillows…to talk to!
Whatsapp…to connect!
Glass paints…for rose tints!
Books…for lonely burgers!

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