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The room was dark and little,
with so much debris all over.
I knew there was something precious in there,
so into the heap of debris, my hand went,
it felt sticky and the smell that emanated,
could kill a ghost all over again.
Suddenly, my hands felt something,
a live thing, beating as though my own heart,
Carefully, I brought it out and lo and behold,
twas indeed my abandoned  heart.
Abandoned in the pursuit of selfish gains and logic,
I didn’t even realise I had abandoned it.
I took it and fit it back,
where it belonged and made it a promise,
never to abandon it again, for anything in the world.



I am passionate about one thing: purpose. It is the reason I write, smile and live life. I enjoy working with you to tell your personal or brand story in a human centered way that compels your audience or customers to root for you always. Let's surely work together sometime.

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