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!
Rima, you are deeply loved
Rima at Infinitea, Bengaluru Dearest Rima, I wish I wasn’t writing this letter to you. B...
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Tale of a tall order Was resisting this trail Toying with my mind Desires run a train Takes flight all of town Time it right Let the heart t... -
Every year Independence Day celebrations happen at school, and Ira usually wears the white kurta and some bangles. There is also some craft ...
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