Jigsaw of Life

March 3, 2012

The Pensive Ink

"The void you filled, the space I needed. The anchor you were, the freedom I needed."

Posted by Rikta Doshi at 3:52 PM

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Rikta Doshi: I think of myself as a wanderer, pondering endlessly over everything that I stumble upon. I may be found around a buzzing group of people but I'm a loner by nature. I possess a severe tendency of zoning out at several instances - the trait which lies at the root of the paranormal confusion that my existence is patented with. I'm not difficult in demeanor. In other areas, I can't promise a cakewalk. I hold language in high regard, often judge people by the same. And it is my love for intellect and language that brings me here.

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