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I was running breathlessly towards my home with the packet of the magic powder closely hugging my bosom and money…
This is an old poem I wrote when I was in college, You can even find this on my facebook profile. Updating here. It’s in Hindi. About a friendship between a Boy and a Girl.
Nur Mashal was a Muslim resident of Meerut. He was a true Muslim by disposition and went for Namaz five…
Story about religion and beliefs, Read here
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