6 things, 6 words

Childhood: Happy, exotic, dresses, curls, love, sparkle
Deepest regret: not living in Bombay just now
Biggest aspiration: writing the book for rainy days' comfort
what you fear most: frogs, regret, disappointment, not being enough
yourself: Fat, tall, loud, happy, blabbermouth, impatient
Love: flips, happiness, frustration, annoyance, coy smiles 

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