Sometimes, I think of Sun and Moon as Lovers who rarely meet, always chase, and almost always miss one another. But once in a while they do catch up, and they kiss, and the world stares in awe of their eclipse.
Wednesday, 27 September 2017
Pain
You share my pain
So by hiding it,what do you have to gain?
Come & let us walk again
Hand in hand in Chandni Chowk's narrow lane.
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