I felt Somewhere Pity for Being a Girl….A cold Saturday evening, he was riding the cycle and I was sitting in that lady style holding the handle tightly with both my hands as we were returning from our coaching center. I could see my home from my eyes...
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A cold Saturday evening, he was riding the cycle and I was sitting in that lady style on the rod behind that handle. All drenched in the rain, me and my so called “veera” (brother) were returning back from our coaching. The moment we entered the house, mom got worried...
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“Taare Zameen Par” When a baby comes out from the mother’s womb with tiny toes and fingers, 1 cute button nose & bright weeping eyes to blossom happiness around, the mother gets the toughest spasm of her life. But you know there’s something about a baby’s touch....
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