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... -
No, don't even think I am about to die, I am talking about the last few days of my college life(for now). Four wonderful years of engine... -
Few of my friends have gone on a trip to Manali, but no I am not one of them.I am going to my village, almost after six long years. So no ne...
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