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I rang the bell and a girl answered the door. I looked at her. Tiny lumps on her chest showed that she was metamorphosing into a young woman. ..

I never knew I could cry, But now when I look at you for the first time, And hold you in my arms, I behold the nature’s wonder, My dear swee..

"Our destiny chooses our path, and it is not the other way around, like many of us believe"

My mother would have kept me close to her bosom My father would have always held my hand They would never have let me go out into the world F..

"Questions about His presence arise in every mind. Only a few get the answers"

A True Story I knew that the boy was already dead, but experience had taught me that the patient was called alive as long as my madam sai..

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