Every time when I come back home, I see my little more older parents, ageing house and feel that heavy musty smell, as if its a place where even time gets old. And then comes a time when I need to leave and every time I leave home, it feels as if a little bit of me dies.
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Lets Start with a question, say you are blind, then what would be your priority, Eyes or Beautiful Eyes? In almost all the cases priority wo... -
Na ye ghar mera hai, na ye jism, Phir bhi laga hun sanwarne mein dono ko Kushiyon se bharta hun, kaale saayon se bachata hun Par jo paray...
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Couldn't sleep tonight, she came in my thoughts and didn't let me sleep. I saw the darkness slowly turn into light and yet what I di...
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