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I feel the cool wind,
blowing over my dry skin.
I see the morning sun,
rising from behind the dark clouds.
I hear the August rain,
splashing onto..
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The smell is the first thing sensed. A nauseating one, that too, it hits the nose like a stone hurled into the face. And there it lingers, as they inh..
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she was sitting exactly opposite me on the other side of the dimly lit 3rd floor of the library. she came in with two boys-probably her frnds, who wer..
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Hundred and sixty nine emotions in a week,
Am I a freak ?
Or is it that I am so weak
That, into my mind to let all things peek..!!
Oh boy...!! O..
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As I limped back along the dirty road, the cold and still air struck me. I looked up into the dark skies, for any sign of nimbus. Instead, it was clea..
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I am walking back from somewhere. Slowly. Hands in jeans pockets. Another pair of hands grasping onto my right arm. Holding it firmly. And tightly. Ne..
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The dullness of the dark, dingy coffee bar was amplified by the dull, greyness that enveloped the place coupled with the dull, old blues of the dull, ..
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