And 'tis such a cliché to hear that storms don't last forever,
no they don't, but strong, persistent men - flamed, impassioned men do.
Courageously, boldly, patiently chasing their cherished dreams.
Linking with Ronovan Writes Sijo Wednesday Poetry
A Tug Called India
A Tug Called India A quiet tribute to the Tricolor, capturing the deep, instinctive bond between India and the heart of its people. Wherever...
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The 12 inch heel, the confident gait, The measured steps, the sudden halt, The blush on cheeks, the smoldering eyes, The hands on h...
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It was her umpteenth shift in that cramped bus on a Monday morning. She had hoped to avoid the digging arms and elbows. But to no avail. ...
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“ Chubby cheeks, dimple chin, Rosy lips, teeth within, Curly hair, very fair, Eyes are blue, lovely too. Daddy’s pet, is that you? ” ...
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