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Dear ,
The Journey When I look back at the way life has been, the trajectory has always been moving incessantly, Stability I have hardly seen. Survival of the fittest it is, they say We survive, we thrive (At times), and make our own way. Through the harsh storms and the rains, Sunshine plays peekaboo, Keep moving on, we must Our purpose is higher, we must trust. Lessons we have learned In the process have crashed and burned, The universe sends signs, Pay attention, The path is getting clearer The clouds are receding. Green meadows lie ahead of us, With blooming flowers and blue skies, I soak it all in, with tears of joy in my eyes. Oh, what a ride it has been! ~ Bhavika
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