Ankita Gupta
Drama Tragedy Action
All you feel to escape is
What you will do,
And all you create is
All that you do,
The future that I have seen
It is beyond fear,
And I am waiting for it.
Monsoon Memor...
Fathers And H...
Girls
Colonial Era
East India Co...
Journey of Tw...
Winter Scene
Painter
Woman
Battle
The father then headed to heavens above Leaving his sons with wisdom to seek, The father then headed to heavens above Leaving his sons with wisdom to seek,
For the first time in her life, she tied Rakhi, For the first time in her life, she tied Rakhi,
He or she doesn't define who you are, Nothing as beautiful as you I find on par... He or she doesn't define who you are, Nothing as beautiful as you I find on p...
One tiny view of the dazzling God Instantly heals the mounted anguish One tiny view of the dazzling God Instantly heals the mounted anguish
Helplessness.... of the migrant workers.. Helplessness.... of the migrant workers..
Why does it seem.... That sometimes, you are unwanted... Why does it seem.... That sometimes, you are unwanted...
As he grew the bond of brother and sister grew, With time everything changed my view. As he grew the bond of brother and sister grew, With time everything changed ...
Many times before, you were expectant, but today you decided to become a mother... Many times before, you were expectant, but today you decided to become a mother....
History is a big part for the human race ... History is a big part for the human race ...
I never had a sister of my own, Since I had been brought up all alone. I never had a sister of my own, Since I had been brought up all alone.
Do I hear the prayers of, Joy, hope, despair, foreboding... Do I hear the prayers of, Joy, hope, despair, foreboding...
Yes I am a single woman and I have a beautiful life... Yes I am a single woman and I have a beautiful life...
There was a young fellow in distress and distraught... There was a young fellow in distress and distraught...
Touch of dewdrops on the cold morning of the winter Touch of dewdrops on the cold morning of the winter
The din grows loud, disarray roams The din grows loud, disarray roams
The hair has turned grey The hair has turned grey
The cuts and the bruises never faded The cuts and the bruises never faded
Together they mend the broken fence Together they sit and tie the sacred ends. Together they mend the broken fence Together they sit and tie the sacred ends...
To that carpenter uncle Who recides opposite to my house, To that carpenter uncle Who recides opposite to my house,
A quiet laugh and a heartwarming smile Are things I want to last for a while, A quiet laugh and a heartwarming smile Are things I want to last for a while,
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