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Expecto Patronum

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Something I know the HP fans will understand instantly. For others, there is a simple explanation. In life we all go through tough times. Some unavoidable, some self-created but we have them nonetheless. And as the cliché goes, you can either sing through the rain or get sodden and cranky. Not sure if that is how the saying goes but you get the picture! And in order to sing through the rain you need a happy thought in your head because let’s be honest! Getting drenched can get uncomfortable as soon as your socks and underpants get wet. That happy thought of yours is a Patronus.


Some of us are better in retaining that thought than others. Understandably it is difficult to remember and relive a moment that happened long ago. However intense it was, one moment is probably not enough. That is why you need a Patronus every day! Set your mind on an otherwise insignificant but beautiful moment and try to carry that feeling with you for an entire day, at least for some time. You can’t control everything in life so just learn to summon your Patronus. Trust me, it is worth it! 

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  1. Shweta16 April 2018 at 09:03

    Samosa :D :D :D

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    Sir/Madam ,

    We hope everything is well at your end.

    We’ve contacted you as we, EACF are hosting a workshop, Romance Conclave in the first week of August.
    We are here looking for talent to perform at our Workshop.
    It’s an ideal platform to show and and get notice to the industry / media and corporate sector .
    We need –
    1. Prominent psychologists
    2. A stand-up comic who can prepare a script.
    3. Romance writers.
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    5. Other ideas to get involved with the events organised by us.

    Our workshop will be followed by three sessions i.e. Coupling, Love and Bonding. For more info, contact eshaarya7@gmail.com

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    Events art culture festival
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