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// Detective Me // But how can that be possible he exclaimed exasperated.... Story in Caption. But how can that be possible, he exclaimed exasperated. It was only yesterday that he got his petrol tank full and today it was empty. He ha

// Detective Me // But how can that be possible he exclaimed exasperated.... Story in Caption. But how can that be possible, he exclaimed exasperated. It was only yesterday that he got his petrol tank full and today it was empty. He ha

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Sunset! She exclaimed. 'I would love to see one with you.' 'There's no need.' He said For me it is you. He said, 'let's see the sunrise.' She disagreed. Did he ask why? Yes. He did. She said 'Cause for me it's you.' Yes. Her sunset was his smile. His sunrise was her voice. ©Aarchi Advani Sunset! She exclaimed. 'I would love to see one with you.' 'There's no need.' He said For me it is you. He said, 'let's see the sunrise.'

Sunset! She exclaimed. 'I would love to see one with you.' 'There's no need.' He said For me it is you. He said, 'let's see the sunrise.' She disagreed. Did he ask why? Yes. He did. She said 'Cause for me it's you.' Yes. Her sunset was his smile. His sunrise was her voice. ©Aarchi Advani Sunset! She exclaimed. 'I would love to see one with you.' 'There's no need.' He said For me it is you. He said, 'let's see the sunrise.'

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Every single person, On this planet has a story... So don't judge people, Before you truly know them... The truth might surprise you... (Story In Captions) #YQbaba #judge #challenge Story:- A 24 year old boy seeing out of a train's window shouted, "Dad look the trees are going behind". His

Every single person, On this planet has a story... So don't judge people, Before you truly know them... The truth might surprise you... (Story In Captions) #YQbaba #judge #challenge Story:- A 24 year old boy seeing out of a train's window shouted, "Dad look the trees are going behind". His

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We've so long been told the early bird catches the worm. Maybe a better adage from this story is, the innocent heart catches the stars. #smimano Once the fisherman's little girl woke up in the middle of the night. And as she looked from her balcony, she saw the sparkling st

We've so long been told the early bird catches the worm. Maybe a better adage from this story is, the innocent heart catches the stars. #smimano Once the fisherman's little girl woke up in the middle of the night. And as she looked from her balcony, she saw the sparkling st

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•~•~••~•love story•~••~•~• ~•~•love story •~•~ Ohho ! So handsome , I exclaimed ! The day I saw you Riding the bike With goggle & smile I gazed upon

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On the way to home //Captioned// Sneaked snake rolls into bush Escaping from the sneaky fox In the winter misty evening On the way to my home On the dusky evening Like the

On the way to home //Captioned// Sneaked snake rolls into bush Escaping from the sneaky fox In the winter misty evening On the way to my home On the dusky evening Like the

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The ghungroos came out of the closet tinkling. She picked them up and dusted, the memories as well. The colourful evenings of rehearsals, the thrill of performing on stage, the long hours of make up, the troop and ...Him. Before she could relive all those in her mind, Imara entered the room, annoyed. Looking at her, she exclaimed wide eyed, "Inayat Aapa! Move on! You, rather we, can never have that life back...we can never see our land again. It is past...and we can never go back. This is our land...embrace it!." She murmured, "But, I am still in touch - with all my memories, my house, my courtyard, my school, the lanes, the shops, Arif Chacha's golgappa and the Kathak classes. "I am still in touch with him, in my thoughts and being, in my sweetest dreams.", she sighed putting the ghungroos, the sweet memories, back in the closet. The ghungroos came out of the closet tinkling. She picked them up and dusted, the memories as well. The colourful evenings of rehearsals, th

The ghungroos came out of the closet tinkling. She picked them up and dusted, the memories as well. The colourful evenings of rehearsals, the thrill of performing on stage, the long hours of make up, the troop and ...Him. Before she could relive all those in her mind, Imara entered the room, annoyed. Looking at her, she exclaimed wide eyed, "Inayat Aapa! Move on! You, rather we, can never have that life back...we can never see our land again. It is past...and we can never go back. This is our land...embrace it!." She murmured, "But, I am still in touch - with all my memories, my house, my courtyard, my school, the lanes, the shops, Arif Chacha's golgappa and the Kathak classes. "I am still in touch with him, in my thoughts and being, in my sweetest dreams.", she sighed putting the ghungroos, the sweet memories, back in the closet. The ghungroos came out of the closet tinkling. She picked them up and dusted, the memories as well. The colourful evenings of rehearsals, th

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The ghungroos came out of the closet tinkling. She picked them up and dusted, the memories as well. The colourful evenings of rehearsals, the thrill of performing on stage, the long hours of make up, the troop and ...Him. Before she could relive all those in her mind, Imara entered the room, annoyed. Looking at her, she exclaimed wide eyed, "Inayat Aapa! Move on! You, rather we, can never have that life back...we can never see our land again. It is past...and we can never go back. This is our land...embrace it!." She murmured, "But, I am still in touch - with all my memories, my house, my courtyard, my school, the lanes, the shops, Arif Chacha's golgappa and the Kathak classes. "I am still in touch with him, in my thoughts and being, in my sweetest dreams.", she sighed putting the ghungroos, the sweet memories, back in the closet. The ghungroos came out of the closet tinkling. She picked them up and dusted, the memories as well. The colourful evenings of rehearsals, th

The ghungroos came out of the closet tinkling. She picked them up and dusted, the memories as well. The colourful evenings of rehearsals, the thrill of performing on stage, the long hours of make up, the troop and ...Him. Before she could relive all those in her mind, Imara entered the room, annoyed. Looking at her, she exclaimed wide eyed, "Inayat Aapa! Move on! You, rather we, can never have that life back...we can never see our land again. It is past...and we can never go back. This is our land...embrace it!." She murmured, "But, I am still in touch - with all my memories, my house, my courtyard, my school, the lanes, the shops, Arif Chacha's golgappa and the Kathak classes. "I am still in touch with him, in my thoughts and being, in my sweetest dreams.", she sighed putting the ghungroos, the sweet memories, back in the closet. The ghungroos came out of the closet tinkling. She picked them up and dusted, the memories as well. The colourful evenings of rehearsals, th

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The ghungroos came out of the closet tinkling. She picked them up and dusted, the memories as well. The colourful evenings of rehearsals, the thrill of performing on stage, the long hours of make up, the troop and ...Him. Before she could relive all those in her mind, Imara entered the room, annoyed. Looking at her, she exclaimed wide eyed, "Inayat Aapa! Move on! You, rather we, can never have that life back...we can never see our land again. It is past...and we can never go back. This is our land...embrace it!." She murmured, "But, I am still in touch - with all my memories, my house, my courtyard, my school, the lanes, the shops, Arif Chacha's golgappa and the Kathak classes. "I am still in touch with him, in my thoughts and being, in my sweetest dreams.", she sighed putting the ghungroos, the sweet memories, back in the closet. The ghungroos came out of the closet tinkling. She picked them up and dusted, the memories as well. The colourful evenings of rehearsals, th

The ghungroos came out of the closet tinkling. She picked them up and dusted, the memories as well. The colourful evenings of rehearsals, the thrill of performing on stage, the long hours of make up, the troop and ...Him. Before she could relive all those in her mind, Imara entered the room, annoyed. Looking at her, she exclaimed wide eyed, "Inayat Aapa! Move on! You, rather we, can never have that life back...we can never see our land again. It is past...and we can never go back. This is our land...embrace it!." She murmured, "But, I am still in touch - with all my memories, my house, my courtyard, my school, the lanes, the shops, Arif Chacha's golgappa and the Kathak classes. "I am still in touch with him, in my thoughts and being, in my sweetest dreams.", she sighed putting the ghungroos, the sweet memories, back in the closet. The ghungroos came out of the closet tinkling. She picked them up and dusted, the memories as well. The colourful evenings of rehearsals, th

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The ghungroos came out of the closet tinkling. She picked them up and dusted, the memories as well. The colourful evenings of rehearsals, the thrill of performing on stage, the long hours of make up, the troop and ...Him. Before she could relive all those in her mind, Imara entered the room, annoyed. Looking at her, she exclaimed wide eyed, "Inayat Aapa! Move on! You, rather we, can never have that life back...we can never see our land again. It is past...and we can never go back. This is our land...embrace it!." She murmured, "But, I am still in touch - with all my memories, my house, my courtyard, my school, the lanes, the shops, Arif Chacha's golgappa and the Kathak classes. "I am still in touch with him, in my thoughts and being, in my sweetest dreams.", she sighed putting the ghungroos, the sweet memories, back in the closet. The ghungroos came out of the closet tinkling. She picked them up and dusted, the memories as well. The colourful evenings of rehearsals, th

The ghungroos came out of the closet tinkling. She picked them up and dusted, the memories as well. The colourful evenings of rehearsals, the thrill of performing on stage, the long hours of make up, the troop and ...Him. Before she could relive all those in her mind, Imara entered the room, annoyed. Looking at her, she exclaimed wide eyed, "Inayat Aapa! Move on! You, rather we, can never have that life back...we can never see our land again. It is past...and we can never go back. This is our land...embrace it!." She murmured, "But, I am still in touch - with all my memories, my house, my courtyard, my school, the lanes, the shops, Arif Chacha's golgappa and the Kathak classes. "I am still in touch with him, in my thoughts and being, in my sweetest dreams.", she sighed putting the ghungroos, the sweet memories, back in the closet. The ghungroos came out of the closet tinkling. She picked them up and dusted, the memories as well. The colourful evenings of rehearsals, th