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708 days ago
I don't blink my eyes when I travel to his village. Sights to behold and hear whispers of breeze....
Life is a passion.''in the meanwhile i smile all alone.in the meanwhile air is filling with perfume of promise'' i quote Gitanjali.
35
708 days ago
I don't blink my eyes when I travel to his village. Sights to behold and hear whispers of breeze....
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