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#13


Written on 5/09/2018

 Life had taught me several lessons which began from my parents. Young or old many people who passed the paths of my life had opened up several beautiful chapters within these years. Be it my Parents, Teachers,Friends, Colleagues or mere Acquaintances.At several points of my life, when I was stuck and confused on what to do, any one of you had always offered your hands and words of inspiration which pushed me forward. I know this small space is not enough to mention all your names and to show how much you guys influenced me.I remember you all at this point of time and thank you for being part of my wonderful journey.Today  you people owe all the credits for my achievements and for what I am today. To all the life lessons you taught me and all the smiles you brought to my face,
HAPPY TEACHERS' DAY❤️

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