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Yes. It's not a book review. It's about how I felt when I was reading her book: Becoming . Firstly, I'm not someone who has read many books. The number of books I've read cover to cover, I can count them on my fingers. I can say this one is my favorite amongst them. I've always been fond of this lady and her beau turned husband. One of my friends even texted Barack Obama on Instagram to request him to wish me on my birthday. Can you believe it? Of course, he didn't reply. He has much greater and better things to do. I have stalked this couple enough to scroll down till the end of their social media pages to read each caption under every photo, just to know them better. I remember watching the former President Obama on TV cry when he found out about gun violence in one of the states in the U.S. I have watched this couple in their individual appearances on the Ellen Show. Also, YouTube videos of Obama getting burgers and fries for the people in the White H...

Image Courtesy: www.bhg.com A symbol of love and a common element across Valentine’s Day wallpapers; A rose may have given life to many love stories in this way. But this is not in any mushy context. I’m specifically talking about a rose I received when I was least expecting it. I looked closely at it, brushed those soft petals over my palm, and thought to myself: If I had a chance, I would shrink myself into a miniature version of me and take a nap inside it. It was a hot summer afternoon. It had only been 8 days since my internship started. I was rushing to office. Heat and traffic were in good coordination. It looked like they had planned this in advance. It was starting to look like a bad day, and a bad hair day in addition. I reached office. I signed the register and wrote my not-so-ideal entry time with some shame on my face. As I was about to enter the office, the clerk at the reception handed over a rose and a chocolate saying, “Happy Women’s Day”. I replied with a ...