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Satish Chandra

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A mother can understand all expressions in this world, Even the expression that a son shows while disowning her and dropping her at an Old Age Home for the rest of her life; Even at that point of time, the only thing that she says is, "Take care son, If you need something Just come to me, I'll get it for you." #Mom #YQbaba #OldAgeHomes #LifeTroubles

A mother can understand all expressions in this world, Even the expression that a son shows while disowning her and dropping her at an Old Age Home for the rest of her life; Even at that point of time, the only thing that she says is, "Take care son, If you need something Just come to me, I'll get it for you." #Mom #YQbaba #OldAgeHomes #LifeTroubles

Ashu

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The aisel between the two chairs is now attached a egg shell is now feeble, so it hatched. The elasticity between the hearts attached that not even a foe or any envy can detach. The thirst of her was quenched by the books she read. And she became their broken hearts aid. But now she is on sale, neither a barter, nor monetary. She is free with else other things as a gift, but they aren't. She sobs with the onions and the burns and cuts. Her heart wrenches with the knife of undeserved words. And her headache ceases without any caim tied over head. Her body now becomes saggy due to the troupes she handled. Her hands and limbs now shiver yet she stands as the flower fallen as the seed or the fertilizer that nourishes all. All her life was a mere mundane till she went on an immortal bed. For better read: The aisel between the two chairs is now attached a egg shell is now feeble, so it hatched. The elasticity between the hea

The aisel between the two chairs is now attached a egg shell is now feeble, so it hatched. The elasticity between the hearts attached that not even a foe or any envy can detach. The thirst of her was quenched by the books she read. And she became their broken hearts aid. But now she is on sale, neither a barter, nor monetary. She is free with else other things as a gift, but they aren't. She sobs with the onions and the burns and cuts. Her heart wrenches with the knife of undeserved words. And her headache ceases without any caim tied over head. Her body now becomes saggy due to the troupes she handled. Her hands and limbs now shiver yet she stands as the flower fallen as the seed or the fertilizer that nourishes all. All her life was a mere mundane till she went on an immortal bed. For better read: The aisel between the two chairs is now attached a egg shell is now feeble, so it hatched. The elasticity between the hea

Zumi

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// Of Smultronstalle Words // Smultronstalle- Of Soothing solace, and sturdy silence, Relaxation and ravishing the retrouvaille of finding something precarious- solace. A place where my eyes grow big, wide and shining without a hit of an eyeliner, Somewhere where my legs grow wings, Somewhere my lips twitch into the most beautiful smile- so beautiful that my pink lips don't need lipstick. Somewhere where an imaginary zephyr, blows away my hair, They fly around like dandelion seeds not getting out of the flower. //Caption // Of Smultronstalle Words // Smultronstalle- Of Soothing solace, and sturdy silence, Relaxation and ravishing the retrouvaille of finding

// Of Smultronstalle Words // Smultronstalle- Of Soothing solace, and sturdy silence, Relaxation and ravishing the retrouvaille of finding something precarious- solace. A place where my eyes grow big, wide and shining without a hit of an eyeliner, Somewhere where my legs grow wings, Somewhere my lips twitch into the most beautiful smile- so beautiful that my pink lips don't need lipstick. Somewhere where an imaginary zephyr, blows away my hair, They fly around like dandelion seeds not getting out of the flower. //Caption // Of Smultronstalle Words // Smultronstalle- Of Soothing solace, and sturdy silence, Relaxation and ravishing the retrouvaille of finding

Hemalatha G

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--Prelude to my travel blog, hopefully-- prelude to my travel blog, hopefully... beaches. museums. divine houses. artistic spots. libraries. food corners. and a lot more. i know,

--Prelude to my travel blog, hopefully-- prelude to my travel blog, hopefully... beaches. museums. divine houses. artistic spots. libraries. food corners. and a lot more. i know,

SANK8MADEIT

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May be it's yours or mine. The chasey is same, Different is the time............. //Caption....:::::::::::::::::::::::::: This is a story Of a young lady Struggle at it's glory I imitated my problemz in front of her She smiled n said That's it You done In your

May be it's yours or mine. The chasey is same, Different is the time............. //Caption....:::::::::::::::::::::::::: This is a story Of a young lady Struggle at it's glory I imitated my problemz in front of her She smiled n said That's it You done In your