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 Sorry for not posting for so long. Still have no idea what I'm going to post..so here's a short update of my life.

There is a beautiful Sahajayoga qawwali video coming up, Diwali was epic as usual, new BTS album, and related zoom party with a fan friend is coming up, Enola Holmes is a freaking amazing movie,(They made Sherlock likeable?) and my plans to study during the Diwali holidays were sabotaged by the common cold. Not the other virus, btw.

Also, Isabella is getting naughtier day by day? What did I ever do to her? Did she really had to take after her mother, and not the more well behaved Fluffy? Cutie is going out more these days..guess that's compensation for the couch potato (blanket potato?) phase she had earlier..

This turned into a more ramble of my thoughts rather than an update of my life, but I guess that's more entertaining..

In the end, of this blog post which I guess suddenly turned into a speech? I would like to say that if you're going outside, please wear a mask covering your nose, so that you don't indirectly murder other people, kiddo. (If you do not want to be called kiddo by me, then please try to act more mature)

Holy Moly, was that it? The first rant on the blog called SaumyaRants ? Wow, we're making very bold steps here, Saumya.

I am literally making this up as I go, as is the case for most of my blog posts, but this time I didn't even have a set topic to write about.

Guess I'm going to stop writing this mess now..


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