She was scrolling through the news feed on her phone when the screen lit up announcing a call from him. She stared blankly for a few second...
I remember back in 2009, I used to be quite active on my blog, making posts almost on a daily basis. It was a time when I also used to read...
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तुम्हें चाहिए था एक हमनवा लेकिन उसने हमसफ़र बनने की कोशिश की. तुम्हारे विचार मिलने से तो रेह ही गए पर तुम्हारे कदम भी डगमगाने लगे. उसने तुम...
घर . होता क्या है यह ? एक जगह , एक मकान समुद्र के पास , जहां से किनारा साफ़ दिखाई देता हो और मंज़िलें दूर ? एक ईमारत जो ...
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