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I still look at those young vibrant girls in the Select City Walk.
My teenage son with me,
I don’t give poor him the scope to open his dreamin..
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They often met in the DistrictPark. They always exchanged a smile. And they felt the warmth growing slowly between them.
Every time they crossed each..
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Every day is a tale,
Every human is a book,
Every life is an epic.
As
Every moment breathes a poem
That swims into eternity.
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Take me off from color
Give me freedom from race,
Remove my religion tag
Let me see my human face.
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I knew, you were waiting for him
I could see your beautiful worried face
And your impatient time reading in the watch,
As if you were competing in ..
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It was a widely drunk night,
Shapely w****s looking absolute bright
In their perfect ghostly height,
Dingy, dark lanes, moving fast, out of sight
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His need didn’t match with supply. It is all about pocket money of an eighteen year old college-going lad, named Krishna.
How to earn more pock..
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I wrote Romeo never dies months back and you liked the stuff. Here is another story of another passionate crazy lover.
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Biju got alert the moment he saw Ruchi entering his tea shop. He made a quick look at his wrist watch. Ruchi was late tonight. May be, the monotonous ..
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History is written on the lives of the kings. It does not bother about the common men and women.
Mriganko was deeply sunk in deliberation. He was s..
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