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I am Back!


After a dry spell and major writer’s block, I have decided to revamp my blog a bit.

Nothing interests me more than watching movies and commenting on how wonderful or disappointing they were. Not that I am an expert from the film industry or a film reviewer by profession. But I am a viewer, with a potentially liberal opinion. So, I will try to be as considerate yet firm as possible in my reviews.

Do not worry, as I will try to post other stuff as well—writings, poems, and such.

In short, my kind readers, I am back with a possible bang. I will try to be regular, I promise.

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