S beautiful poetry between sunlight, sand, tan and love.
Writing was natural for her.
Relationships in the storms of change.
Microtale on infinite love
Not all love is expressed.
Read again,you might get lost. Because its Karma.
Not all monsoons are merrier.
Who is the reason behind your breath?
A different kind of Love Story.
People become inspirations, they do.
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