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It was deep dark inside when Hansika entered her house all day tired from office.
Amber! Are you inside? She called for her husband looking all around.
She tried calling him several times but Amber didn't answer her phone calls.
I asked him to pay the electricity bill but he has no time for this house. Always busy with friends and party. She yelled while walking towards the electricity meter box.
I won't spare him today. It is enough now. He should know his responsibilities. She said while fixing the electricity.
A car stopped at the gate. It was Amber. Hey! You are at home. Amber exclaimed with joy running towards Hansika to hug her.

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तुम्हारा मिलना कुछ ऐसा था, जैसे बहते हुए पानी को सागर का मिल जाना।
तुम्हारा मिलना कुछ ऐसा था, जैसे पूर्णिमा की रात का चांदनी हो जाना।
तुम्हारा मिलना कुछ ऐसा था, जैसे किसी थके मुसाफिर को पेड़ की घनी छांव का मिल जाना।
तुम्हारा मिलना कुछ ऐसा था, जैसे रात को सुबह की खिली धूप का मिल जाना।
तुम्हारा मिलना कुछ ऐसा था, जैसे सालों से जागी मेरी नींदों को ख़्वाबों का मिल जाना।
तुम्हारा मिलना कुछ ऐसा था, जैसे एक बेनूर से चेहरे पर नूर का आ जाना।
तुम्हारा मिलना कुछ ऐसा था, जैसे सदियों से बेजान पडी़ एक मूर्ति मे भी जान का भर जाना।
तुम्हारा मिलना कुछ ऐसा था, जैसे वीणा की तारों को मधुर संगीत का मिल जाना।
तुम्हारा मिलना कुछ ऐसा था, जैसे हंसी मिल जाना, ख़ुशी मिल जाना, ज़िन्दगी मिल जाना।
तुम्हारा मिलना कुछ ऐसा था, जैसे मेरा खुद का खुद से ही मिल जाना।

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It is really quite a funny story how I tried my first attempt at cooking an omelette. It was early morning, mom had gone for shopping and no one else was at home. As I hadn't had breakfast I decided to begin my first experience as a chef by making an omelette. Sure I had seen dad to do it. So I know the basics. chopped the onions on the work surface just I had seen chefs do it. Then came the tomatoes. This time I chopped my fingers too. It took me two or three attempts to crack the egg and open into the bowl. Soon, I was running all over the kitchen, searching all required spices and that cooking spoon. The omelette was sizzling in the pan. It was a complete disaster. The kitchen was a complete mess. My mother always encouraged me to try things out and cook. It’s easy to cook food but it’s damn freaking difficult to make a delicious one.

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How to be fake 101.

1. When it comes to giving advice sell your words.

2. Always come up with a big fake story calling it your own experience.

3. Always wear a smile. A big smile even if someone is pissing you off.

4. Create your social media image more important than your real personality.

5. Always wear a mask. Pretend to be good but never act as the real one.

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I don’t often reach out to her to tell her personally about how much I love her write ups. Talking to her always make me feel more energetic. Her work is valued. She is the sweetest writer I have ever met. She is full of positive energy.

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He is one of the best writers over here. The finest person who is quite, mature and patient. He's a keen observer. 

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Every word that he has ever written is stored somewhere in my brain. All of my favourite quotes comes from his fingertips. I always cherish his work. He is a fantastic writer.

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Why Do I Write



I have ne'er won any poetry competition.
I have ne'er been told I ought to become a writer, however that’s not why I write.
Never thought my poetry might be framed on someone’s shelf.
I don't write as a result of somebody asked me to.
I write as I really like it.
Because it helps me learn to breathe.
Writing bring back the broken piece of me.

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Looking up at the sky I yearn for you to be with me tonight.
I savor every sensual kiss that bonds us.
My body aches for your tender touch.
I have to be honest, you are the solely man I've ever wished.

Feeling your heat, soft breath on my neck
as you whisper sweet words.
I've been desire to listen to what you say.
Words that prove the love you possess on me.

Moving along in synch as we have a tendency to become one body...
one heart, one soul--- one being.

The only blankets we have a tendency to lay down is each others arms
drowning into the peaceful hush of slumber.

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