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Sitar and sunflowers, the yellow tune of love after the war. Soundless, yet present, seen and felt. Sitar and sunflowers, the yellow tune of love after the war. Soundless, yet pres...
"For you, thousand times over" she did this for him. Even choosing to live with a smile. "For you, thousand times over" she did this for him. Even choosing to live with ...
"His nightmares show more than what he says. They are the traces of those terrors inflicted on him." "His nightmares show more than what he says. They are the traces of those terror...
Today after eighteen years, Jen was about to tell the truth after the fest Today after eighteen years, Jen was about to tell the truth after the fest
I won't start the story with the word 'Once' because it happens every day I won't start the story with the word 'Once' because it happens every day
I wanted to tell her that my heroine was just like her I wanted to tell her that my heroine was just like her
Well, today, ages later, she resides in Janki's house, and today her daughter Sia turns one. Well, today, ages later, she resides in Janki's house, and today her daughter Si...