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          Hello guys...... just a word of caution. I tend to babble on...so ignore if you like "to the point" paragraphs. Somehow I never was able to write within the word limit in Eng paper!!! And once mam even cut my marks on account of the answer being too long!!! Its strange how everything has to be proper in this world....not a step out of line..not a word out of the world limit. Its difficult sometimes to do everything right up to the mark.....its difficult sometimes to live up to all the expectations....oh i am sorry....you see how i babble on?
             Anyways, so back to who am I? I never was the kind of person who could simply stand up and introduce herself...I mean what am I supposed to say? Hello my name is Shrutika and I am studying Medical with Maths? (yeh....i can hear u guys exclaiming about how i am going to cope up with both Bio and Maths....but i simply love both the subjects!!) The one thing i hate the most in this world are hypocrites....especially hypocrite friends. The kind who behave like they are your best buddies in front of u and then go and spread nonsense about u behind ur back...and believe me i have seen such people. And the one thing i simply love? READING BOOKS!! I sometimes think that reading is the only passion i have in this world...oh and writing too!!! So that's enough about me for now....whats this blog for? You'll get to know me inside out!! My views on different issues.....my craziness....everything.......so until next time!
Toodles!!

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