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In the lusty green background,There stands a flower,Painted in the colour of love,Flaunting her curvy petals,Adorned with crystals of water. She brigh..
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I sometimes feel that I don't feel.Quite an irony, isn't it?But it is not.I do feel things.I do feel cared when someone cares for me.I do feel when so..
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Suddenly I felt something weird, something different, something tender. She had put her hands on my hands. I never expected her do so. It was like I w..
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Most of our decisions are biased to one thing or the other. We come to some conclusion without actually being aware of the complete story. And we begi..
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I was eagerly waiting for my father to come. He visits us only twice a year- Holi and Diwali. Sometimes he can't make it if something important comes ..
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Hey Hi,I am taking this opportunity to write to you, Love. I am a bit old-fashioned, you know. In this fast moving world of jets and satellite phones,..
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Sitting on the edge of the bed,He was looking over his ‘to do list’which seemed to end never."Prepare a speech for Thursday", said the lis..
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Look me in my eyesAdmire my beautyCome closerWrap me in your arms.Put your fingers in my hairWhisper in my earsKiss me with passion.Exchange some sali..
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Unbreakable he was.Not because he could not be broken.But because he’d stick back all his broken pieces every time.
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This is a story of a boy who leaves his mother in order 'to be with the stars.'
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