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Some stories are without names.They survive in crumpled pages of oldjournals awaiting acknowledgment,in fearful anxiety they will perhapsbecome powerf..
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The night had finally dawned.The mighty sun was gone.Went away the violent brightness.The wind was slow, sweet, softladen with languid laziness andcal..
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Possess if did I an erudite vocabulary-bejeweled with golden and silver words,an ability to choose words appropriate,and rainbow imagination of prolif..
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Replete are the paths to you-serpentine and deceivious-with mazes of emotions capricious,burning embers of desires,trenches of unrequited aspires,ocea..
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A hint of wine covers the horizon ofyour cheeks like the magnificentsky punctuated by sprinkles of red.Speckles of golden sunshinemingle with some wis..
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aaj nikala tha main phir tumhaaree
yaadon ke shahar kee or
hairaan tha kee aaj bhee
isakee sabhee galiyaan yaad thee mujhe
tumhaaree yaadon k..
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a little different something warm electric and assuringshe has put her hands ..
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convinced it would find its way aroundto wherever it was supposed to goit went round and round and roundperched on the rim of soap dish agroundit snif..
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You could be filled withbrilliant colours of the setting sun,shimmering light of twinkling stars,earthy fragrance of after-showers.You could tell magn..
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