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 lata ojha | 08:25 | 25/Jan/2008 |
| Friends: (142)
| City: Kanpur
| Interests: music travelling ...
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| AAPKI SUBAH HASEEN HO .. DIN HO KHOOBSURAT .... SHAAM HO KHUSHIYON BHARI.. SUKOON MILEY HAR RAAT..... SHUBH PRABHAAT..
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| Chanchal Nis... | 14:03 | 23/Jan/2008 |
| Friends: (138)
| City: Mumbai
| Interests: Solitude
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| Good Bye and Take Care |
| Free like a BirdI fly away from hereLeaving all that’s mineBreaking away from illusionsIn search of new dimensionsTo explore the unseenThat’s wrapped in time Free like a BirdI fly away from hereSlipping out of your gripsTo find my destiny for myselfSeeking salvation in the far landTo find the real meI had kept in disguise Free like a BirdI fly away...
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| Sami Ahmed | 11:24 | 21/Jan/2008 |
| Friends: (142)
| City: Mumbai
| Interests: Writing, Reading ...
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| Little Hearts |
| Krishna “Nooo…” Krishna’s parents, sleeping in the adjacent room, were startled by the shriek and at once rushed to their son’s room. Krishna was sitting on his bed in darkness, weeping. “What happened, my child,” his mother drew him close to her bosom, sitting beside him on the bed. Krishna’s father switched on the light. “Was it a nightmare, Kri...
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| Sangeeta | 22:19 | 2/Dec/2007 |
| Friends: (128)
| City: Dehradun
| Interests: muzik,nature,pain...
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| She is an angel,She doesn’t know this.Neither people let her feel so,nor they will show it. Her tiny hands ,soft little toes Full with mud and sand.She doesnt meet what she deserves at the day’s end. She is one of the God’s GodWhat my friend said once.Why her prayers never ever heardWhy all came back bounce. She lives in a dirty narrow street, loo...
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| kavita ganguly | 00:16 | 17/Jan/2008 |
| Friends: (253)
| City: Calcutta
| Interests: Reading, Net Surf...
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| “How will I get to office?” I cried. My pool car driver stood apologetically before me after telling me timidly that his car won’t be used for us poor office goers any more. ‘Chalo! That’s life!’, I thought to myself as I tried to find out other means of being transported to the office all in one piece. The next morning dawned bright & clear and...
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