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This is my personal blog, which has extremely random posts. I often found myself difficult to categorize each post in this blog. The blog name Tulips is also obviously random. Here I scribble about the experiment with life. Some are mine while others may be the experiences of those who are in touch with me. I hardly reveal the identity of the characters in my writing.
This blog has posts related to technology, fashion and other things also which I am interested with. I am happy when you check out my pages. Feel free to give your feedbacks as it helps me to improve myself.

Thank you.

Athira M. K.

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