Now, my target is to achieve similar performance in class 12,” said Ayushi, whose father Rajvir Singh is an associate professor at RBS College and mother Krishna Singh is a housewife. I focused only on NCERT books for preparation and did a lot of revision.

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I never look at the sky nor I ring those bells at the temples anymore. I shiver as if thunder embraced my being. Scolding me for sins that aren’t even mine completely to begin with. Wish for a better life, but when i crane my neck towards the sky it pours and slaps my skin,Īs if telling me to never seek for help – My mother tells me when the bells chime they ring to the place where God looks upon from, InkMe shares a poem about letting go of her faith. And i don’t want to find it anymore Source: It was yesterday…| _ink.me_

What is Left of Us by Shreya Maurya