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Writer, Father. Entrepreneur. Bum. Atheist. Recluse. Garhwali. Foodie. Downloader. Drifter. In no particular order.



Kid, the world will ask of you to be brilliant, to hang on to this idea of perfection by the skin of your teeth, to make a difference, to really really matter. I'd try not to be one of them. I'll just ask you to be, to try, yes, but that's all. You're already perfect. I see that now.

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