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.
Micro Tale on Fear | The Scribbled Writings
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We are born as human beings – to set an example, to defy the odds.
An ode to my Dad.
Everyone has a story that you know nothing about.