I'm in a tunnel of rays
Playing with the
Scorching heat
Sun is showering on me
But the leaves of tree
Are keeping me free
I'm blessed with
Funnel shaped shadow
A warm hug of air
A cool breeze of layer.
I can't level myself with words, it is what I do everyday that defines me, complicated but simple
Indian love stories, whether rooted in mythology, history, or folklore, are far more than mere tales of romance. They offer a profoun...
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