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Was it that he left, or she never had him. Silence was her loudest cry, after he left. She was like a broken instrument, Which hated, its own voice. Everything seemed irksome. Not able to believe, the ongoing incidents in her life, She started asking people for advice, considering them┬ásagacious enough to understand her. But... Continue Reading →

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11 Post Meridiem…

When clock stuck 11, earthquake occurred in my mind.

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