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My Introduction

Hey, this is Suchismita Ghoshal from West bengal, India.Her schooling was completed from Barlow Girls High School in Malda in 2016.She is 21 & pursuing her graduation in Zoology in Malda College.

She has always been a curious soul from childhood & used to observe things intensely .
She belongs from a small town but her dreams are to touch the sky keeping her feets to the ground.

She loves to read ponderous amount of books & this left an impact on writing by her own.She's been in this profession for 4 years & loves to write poetry, short story & anything inspires her.She enhances her writing skill by feeling each & every incident through her heart.She loves travelling & gaining knowledges beside writing.
She aspires to be a good writer as well as a book reviewer in near future.

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