“Monsoons are beautiful here, don't you think? Turning the city to poetry, to little sonnets,” Sreenanda smiled, sipping onto the warmest cup of tea after the rain had stopped.
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Stories From joy
Why don’t you talk to me gal? You know I love you right? I love you all. All of you. When did I meet you? Apart from today afternoon. First day of college? Second. Ah! Who cares, I just met you. I know that I have m...
If you could be an ice cream, which one would you be? A Haagen-Dazs - sinful and extravagant? A Baskin Robbins - sumptuous and tempting? Or a Naturals’ – desi and atavistic of your childhood?