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Hello! I'm still alive!!

Firstly, I am so sorry I haven't been posting for so oooh long. Almost a month. I was missing writing too.
I just started school and I'm trying to get into the groove of the new grade, and tuitions.
I've also been reading a lot throughout this long process.
I started the Power of Five series and a few other misc Indian author books. I think we should appreciate Indian authors more. They connect with the audience like they're sitting in front of you.
I even need some book suggestions so please comment your suggestions.
I wanted to start on some new and exciting things, So enough of the blabbering let me get to the point!!
A. Making new connections with people: I want to interview people, send them emails, to authors, important(but not soo important they won't answer my emails), to influential people, who are from India so I can know their success stories. And post them online.
B. World environment day: Something related to the environment cos she totally deserves it.
C. Write more about the books I read

That's mostly what I want to do on my blog, during this new academic year(Ok it doesn't feel new anymore we are already getting tons of homework 😧😣)
Short, chatty post  and writing will be up soon, along with some other cool and interesting stuff,
Till then please bear with my untimely posts because....err....SCHOOL!!!!
Thelazywriter

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