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A chapter ends

Bid adieu to 5 year-6 month-12 days of journalism. Loved it and will miss it. But now, I guess other doors are open for me to enter, peek in all corners and explore -- sniff at life, taste it and widen your eyes to its delectability. I wish what lies behind those doors is as exciting as I imagined it to be. Once upon a time, I wished to be busy 24x7, with no time left to ponder on life's issues, troubles and tribulations. And my wish came true.
Now, I wish to take things in a stride and enjoy what comes as part of the mystery package called tomorrow. Isn't it fun to guess what will happen tomorrow and be surprised when something which you would never imagine come your way? But it's also fearful sometimes when things manage to shock you and damage you irreparably.
For now, I don't wish to bore myself and others. So sayonara.

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