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Where We Belong

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Letters to the sea

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His love 18+ chapter 1.

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I did not write this. I simply sat down, and something ancient inside me began to bloom in strange syllables. The poem arrived like a gale that had memorized my name. It wore the scent of every vers

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Vijayant prasad, the retired professor living his life peacefully with his wife Mrs Sharda.His son is in UK (Uttarakhand) he is studying about spiritual things,gods, mythological stuff. One day cops a