meghna singh sengar
Sunday, 24 April 2016
Bliss
Finally, she was kissed with serenity. All her misery distorted. She
“founded”
herself with the bliss of life at her own pace. All her pain dodges like a paper boat in the rain. She was in high spirits like never before.
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