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A Hundred and fifty Days

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Time 59m

150days corridors goodbye letter silence sixpetalsantan

My name is Seven. A pen name I used since I was a teen. I'll take you to a place where stories are hidden in memories a decade and a half ago. While  I dedicate the whole story to the young ones who want to see how a classic high school life went, I share this wholeheartedly to all 'young at hearts' who want to look back in the past .
My own version of simplicity and innocence back in my  time and how was it defined. I wrote about my high school life  and the stories of friendship and beyond, discovery of passion, crossroads situation of being young , sent and unsent letters from shy faces of admiration, inspiring teachers and mentors who told me I would become a 'writer someday'. 
A story about a hundred and fifty days that I missed when I left  and cherished over time, over a period of time I didn't think it would take longer than it should just take five months. It lasted for  years and years of waiting until I decided to write the details, petals and pieces of precious moments back when I was young...All Rights Reserved

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