Drapes of rituals
Tears of longing
Colors of grief
Let everything wait since, we want to breathe.
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Most of the time, I pick up the talker role. I always talk. I can talk for hours and hours. I took pride in it. The urge of sharing my thou... -
Till the time I was in Hyderabad, I celebrated my birthday in different ways. In 2018, I hitchhiked to Bidar the whole day and spent the eve...
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Azhar recited the shayari, khat ki khushbu. Picking those words, penned down these words. Both of us imagined and wrote the un...
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