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The door I looked at was a faded mellow shade of maroon, with a metal handle, worn from use. The handle used to look like a miniature metallic lion roaring into the open. The door was adorned with curving intricate structures, twisting and bending infinitely. I always used to wonder from where my had parents managed to buy it. It was a majestic one, huge and imposing, asserting dominance over the…

Ramana’s blog

Hello, everyone. I know I’m knew to all this blogging stuff, so please ignore anything which may seem strange to you.

To those who don’t know yet, my name is Ramana. I’m a student of the 10th grade, a rather horrifying grade. I keep writing whenever i get some free time.

I got the idea of creating a blog while taking a shower, which is quite comical to me if not you. Now, i don’t consider…