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Title Translation: Autobiography of a coffee mug
I was mere clay, shapeless, colorless and formless when I was picked from my mother earth. Like every child going away to a boarding school, though the idea of being on my own scared me, it excited me as much. There were a thousand possibilities of what I could [...]


When I was a kid and still unadulterated with adulthood, I believed I would grow up to become a writer. I used to read books like crazy and dream to have my name on them someday, thanks to my Mom’s huge library collection. In one of those writing fits, I started writing a book. Which [...]