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एक आदमी ने अपनी पत्नी को मार कर बोला की आदमी उसी को मारता है जिससे वो प्यार करता है फिर पत्नी ने पति को चार लात और छह लात और आठ डंडे मार कर बोली आप क्या समझते है की मैं आप से प्यार नहीं करती ©Raj Yadav I'm tiki torches hai

एक आदमी ने अपनी पत्नी को मार कर बोला की आदमी उसी को मारता है जिससे वो प्यार करता है फिर पत्नी ने पति को चार लात और छह लात और आठ डंडे मार कर बोली आप क्या समझते है की मैं आप से प्यार नहीं करती ©Raj Yadav I'm tiki torches hai

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Roshni bashar kyu tlaashu? jabb mere andar hi mshaalein jalti hain!!! -(what's the need to look for lightrays outside? whem i have the bur

Roshni bashar kyu tlaashu? jabb mere andar hi mshaalein jalti hain!!! -(what's the need to look for lightrays outside? whem i have the bur

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I wandered through the narrow streets to find you. I sang your songs, flamed torches of fire, burdened myself with your dreams, but end up with gaining nothing. Where are you? My good beloved! Hidden behind the naughty moon! Lying comfortably in the nest of weaver's bird! Surfing on twinkling stars! Taking bath in the divine nectar of flowers! Where are you, my handsome beloved? Where are you? Let me scatter my ashes away, And let me mourn! But dear beloved! Come to me again, We'll rise again! We'll gather our dreams again! I wandered through the narrow streets to find you. I sang your songs, flamed torches of fire, burdened myself with your dreams, but end up

I wandered through the narrow streets to find you. I sang your songs, flamed torches of fire, burdened myself with your dreams, but end up with gaining nothing. Where are you? My good beloved! Hidden behind the naughty moon! Lying comfortably in the nest of weaver's bird! Surfing on twinkling stars! Taking bath in the divine nectar of flowers! Where are you, my handsome beloved? Where are you? Let me scatter my ashes away, And let me mourn! But dear beloved! Come to me again, We'll rise again! We'll gather our dreams again! I wandered through the narrow streets to find you. I sang your songs, flamed torches of fire, burdened myself with your dreams, but end up

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the life line, the line that rings in my lover, the line that holds a currency in silk threads, the line that narrates a wind gasp from the far west. //caption// Tribute to the Rivers that Died. A sun melts on my palm; it navigates through the lines on it - rivers in a gold rush - the life line, t

the life line, the line that rings in my lover, the line that holds a currency in silk threads, the line that narrates a wind gasp from the far west. //caption// Tribute to the Rivers that Died. A sun melts on my palm; it navigates through the lines on it - rivers in a gold rush - the life line, t

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•A TRIP• The word 'TRIP' brought broad smile to the faces. Bags were ready to stay on several shoulders. Our torches were excited to open

•A TRIP• The word 'TRIP' brought broad smile to the faces. Bags were ready to stay on several shoulders. Our torches were excited to open