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"Intensity is the price of all excellence."

So yeah well here is ma (a word for 'my', you may find a new era of english words because of ma pen writing) first very blog, something more of a new year resolution that I wanted to do from so long. A writer who now wants to take birth from the alphabets womb to the mother language to show her piece of art to the world. I really hope that you will find ma intensity interesting.

Writing is an interesting yet weird thing because of different opinions of different people yet it interests you and the people close to you because you can pour your heart aloud. This is the initial attempt to let the foetus take birth in the world full of dreams and a pate full of thoughts that over flow at times.

I chose the pen name Zahyr because in urdu its meaning is to express what are you thinking and for me urdu is a language which has fascinated me since I was born as if there is a deep connection with that language in ma sub conscious mind.

So yeah look forward to it and keep commenting.

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