It was a cold winter morning in Ambala (Haryana) … I was playing in verandah when our maid’s daughter Mamata called me for some…

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It was a cold winter morning in Ambala (Haryana) … I was playing in verandah when our maid’s daughter Mamata called me for some…
** The contents are sorely my mental vibes… no offence meant … Dear Almighty has his own strange way in attaching and ‘de’attaching the…
Dedicated to special(est) DuoHow many of us get the privilege of staying with God-Experiment-gone-wrong kind of speciments … Mighty He must have thought of…
Slain Morals Honesty – a departing soul!Bleeding at the altarof deceit and foul. Humility – what ancient term!Prisoner of arroganceNow slithering worm. Love –…