Sun began to grow hot,
Immoderate hot,
No scanty shadow of tree,
Here I got.
The whole body turns
Into spasm
When sun smiles
In sarcasm.
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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