рдЖрдЬ рдЙрдзрд╛рд░ рджреЗ рджреЛ рдореБрдЭреЗ рдореЗрд░рд╛ рдиреЫрд░рд┐рдпрд╛,
рдР рдореЗрд░реЗ реЩреБрдж рдореБрдЭреЗ рд╡рд╛рдкрд┐рд╕ рдорд┐рд▓ рдЬрд╛рдУред-
Phoebe taught us a serious relationship
is never a prerequisite of another
serious relationship.
In fact your past does not even matter.
Only your future does. So, you stand for it.
Look what happens with a belief like that.
Even a blizzard couldn't stop her
from having the first real celebration of her life.
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5 .5k CompleteЁЯдйЁЯдйЁЯТетЬМЁЯП╝
thank youso much guy's
mujhe support krne ke liye
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рд╣рд┐рдВрджреБрд╕реНрддрд╛рди рддреБрдЭреЗ рдХреБрд░реНрдмрд╛рди рдЪрдВрдЪрд▓ рдирд╛рдпрдХ рдХреА рдЬрд╛рди,, рдЬрдм рдЬрд░реБрд░рдд рдкреЬреЗ рдорд╛рдВрдЧ рд▓реЗрдирд╛,, рдХреНрдпреБрдХреА рдореЗ рддреБрдореНрд╣рд╛рд░реЗ рд▓рд┐рдП рд╣реА рддреЛ рдЬрд┐рдиреНрджрд╛ рд╣реВрдВ рдмрд░рдирд╛ рдореЗрд░реЗ рд╕рд╛рде рдРрд╕реА рдШрдЯрдирд╛ рд╣реБрдИ рд╣реИ рдХреА,, рдореЗ рдХрдм рдХреА рдорд░ рдЧрдИ рд╣реЛрддреА !
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рд╕рдордп рдХреЗ рд╕рд╛рде рдЪрд▓рдирд╛ рдерд╛ рд╣рдореЗрдВ,
рдЬрд╝рд┐рдВрджрдЧреА рдХреА рд░рд╛рд╣реЛрдВ рдореЗрдВ,
рдорд┐рд▓реЗ рддреБрдо рдФрд░ рд╕рдордп рдард╣рд░ рдЧрдпрд╛,
рдмрд╕ рддреЗрд░реА рд╣реА рдмрд╛рд╣реЛрдВ рдореЗрдВред-
"Khush". ЁЯШК
Toh Mai Khud Rah Lungi, bs.......
Tum Udash Mat Karna ЁЯдЧ-
рд╣реЛрд╢ рддреЛ рдмрд┐рдЧрд╛реЬреЗ рд╣реИрдВ рддреЗрд░реА рдЖрдБрдЦреЛрдВ рдХреЗ рдкреНрдпрд╛рд▓реЗ рдиреЗ...
рдмреЗрд╣рддрд░ рд╣реИ рджреЛ рдШреВрдБрдЯ рдкреАрдХрд░ рдЗрд▓реНреЫрд╛рдо рд╢рд░рд╛рдм рдХреЛ рджреЗ рджреВрдВред-
The sky is clear tonight. Thousands of stars are scattered across, as if you have sprinkled wheat flour on the black porcelain plate I'd got you from Paris. If I gape intently, I can also make out a hazy patch of the Milky Way. Cocaine on porcelain.
I was on the rooftop until now, braving the glacial winds with the red shawl you bought from Majnu ka Tila. It was December and your denim jacket wasn't enough. I had offered you my blazer but you'd rejected saying, "It smells damp. It's carrying armfuls of previous winter. I'll buy this shawl instead. Isn't it pretty?" You'd stayed over that night. Shawl was thrown aside, blanket didn't let you feel its need. In the morning, I booked you an Uber and you left. Never to return.
Throughout the year, I wondered if I should return you the shawl. If I should courier it or deliver to the guard who sits idle smoking beedies at your apartment but I was reluctant. What if you'd have returned saying it smelt damp, carrying armfuls of previous winter? It still does. Like me.-
рдЖрдУ рдПрдХ рджреВрд╕рд░реЗ рдХреЛ рдЕрдкрдиреА рдЖрджрдд рдмрдирд╛ рд▓реЗ,
рдЪрд▓реЛ рдЬрд╝рд┐рдиреНрджрдЧреА рдХреЛ рдореЛрд╣рдмреНрдмрдд рдмрдирд╛ рд▓реЗ..
-Elisa
рдЗрд╕реЗ рддреЗрд░реА рдЙрд▓реНрдлрд╝рдд рдХрд╣реВрдБ рдпрд╛ рдХрд╣реВрдБ рдПрд╣рддрд░рд╛рдо
рддреЗрд░реА рдирдЬрд╝рд░ рднрд░ рд╕реЗ рд╕рдВрд╡рд░ рдЬрд╛рддреА рд╣реВрдБ
-Sneha-