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  1. Love it. How imagination and writing can bring anything to life.

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    1. True that. Imagination and writing can move us.

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  2. Simply wow.. loved the beginning! <3 Your hashtag series are amazing! :)

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  3. Your hashtag series is doing wonders!

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  4. You said it all in few words passion and longing ingrained.

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  5. The irony of an author's life. His life may feel empty, but his career might soar due to it.
    Love your Hashtag stories, Saru.

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  6. Love the contrasting emotions in the story...

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  7. Very beautiful. Loving your writing style.
    :)
    www.aparnamudi.com

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  8. Recently got to know about the hashtag stories! They are so interesting...:)
    I liked the way you have given an insight in to the writer's mind!
    Now..let me start stalking you :D

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  9. Viyogi hoga pehla kavi, virah se upja hoga feet..... :(

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  10. Beautiful words Saru ji . Love the words !!

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  11. Have always loved your hashtag series. Keep writing !

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  12. And with this super piece of work imaginations soared for the readers too :-)

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  13. Imagination, writing and a broken heart.... Nice

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  14. How imagination and writing. Very well written. Thanks for this post.

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  15. Your hashtag stories are so crisp, Saru. :)

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  16. very thoughtful and wonderful Saru!

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  17. Its awesome stories.

    Thanks for sharing..!!
    Kuch Jano

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  18. Very Nice. Your stories are always awesome

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  19. Wow Really awesome one. Thanks for the hashtag story

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