Two souls on a scooty, chasing night’s breeze,
Momos in hand, laughter with ease Through winding roads, their giggles unfold,
Stories half-whispered, memories retold. By the dam, where the moonlight gleams, They sit and share unspoken dreams. No map, no plan, just stars to roam —
In each other’s joy, they find their home.

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I am a page that you forgot to read.
You were the entire plot of my fiction.

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The willingness to alter every part of onself 
for someone who accepts us 
without ever asking for change.

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Writing is a great painkiller for 'incurable wounds'.

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No matter how big the building is... won't it have a window to watch the rain...?

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Fifty pounds of jewellery and five lakh rupees this is what decides her marriage

Not a golden heart, but only gold

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எனக்கு தெரியும் அவள் நான் தேர்ந்துதேடுப்பவனை தான் மனப்பாள் என ஈன்றவர்களும்,
அவள் நட்சத்திரத்திற்கு இவன் தான் சரிவருவான் என சோதிடரும் விவாதிக்க ;

அவள் வாசிக்கும் காகிதத்தில் இருந்த வரிகள் எள்ளி நகைத்தது உண்மையாகவா?

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I can't conceal it any longer,
I'm fed up with imagining,
I maintain that my tears'd be the most daring sonnets I compose,
I maintain that these tears should fall on my cheeks &
let it feel how the downpour feels.

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Just because you love me in your way
it doesn't mean that it's the love i need
let that drown in bergs.

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ROTIS CAN WAIT

TEACH YOUR DAUGHTER HOW TO BREAK A LEG
& CHOP THE PHALLUS

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