If I'm not wrong, nobody has ever asked me why I like gaming. Well, either they think it's trivial and unproductive, or maybe they assume I’m saying this just to sound cool. But either way, being a big-time yapper — and since I have a Blogspot and free will — I’ll tell you all. Why not, right? Being a sister to an elder brother means having an uncontrollable urge to do whatever he does, which I’m sure many siblings agree with. My early childhood was just about looking up to him and trying to do whatever he did. He plays cricket? I need to. He races with his friends? I, too, want to. He likes drawing? Well, how can I not? He likes maths? Hell no, not that. That’s where you draw lines. Well, because of that, I learnt how to play cricket (he might disagree, but I remember a shot of mine and I still stand by it). I also managed to draw my records in school, which somehow matched the labels. But math? Nah. I thou...
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