The fallen leaf...
The dripping dew...
The wet mud...
The tiny footprints...
The sepia images...
The forgotten pebble...
The clear sky dreams...
The lethargic moods...
The page of poetry...
The matka chai...
The garam samosas...
The passionate love...
The warm cuddles...
The silent sleep...
The rainy day!
I think, I feel, I want, I believe
I think, I feel, I want, I believe Sipping 'Unknown Pleasure' and often wondering, what do I really ...
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Every year Independence Day celebrations happen at school, and Ira usually wears the white kurta and some bangles. There is also some craft ... -
I think, I feel, I want, I believe Sipping 'Unknown Pleasure' and often wondering, what do I really ...
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