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The Morning Ritual

  In a small bungalow nestled in the gated community of a small city, there lived an old woman who was gracefully tottering in her eighth d...

  • The Unknown Voice......
    The wind was playing with my hair As I was staggering down the muddy lane, Carelessly kicking the pebbles, And watching the mud ris...
  • A Symphony of Matrimony
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  • From Rags to Riches!
        Building oneself from rags to riches usually involves an optimum co...