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A little girl walked through the ruins of buildings, holding a red balloon. Man soldiers watched, their faces blank; no weapons could made aimed at the innocent pleasure of a child. That balloon rose higher, delicate in the mist of smoke, “Fly where it will be safe”. She said, as though she was convinced something would happen.
Atharva Joshi
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"Quietly exploring life at 20, one thought at a time. Join me as I turn reflections into stories, sharing the beauty of self-discovery and the world around us."
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