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Life after IMS

Well, it is Sunday , i have opened my office laptop, for the first time to write something that is not a Parabolic's IP. It has much to do with me and my own instincts. Somewhere in the business world, i forgot that there's an other side of me as well, something that used to give me satisfaction and enough space to explore myself. yeah ,  i am talking about the blogging. Though i have been texting much, but never felt like narrating the stories that i have been irritating readers with in the earlier days.

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