A stolen kiss in a garden or a perfunctory embrace beneath the holiday mistletoe wasn't at all comparable to being held in man‟s arms, breathing in his scent, feeling the heat of his skin through the linen of his shirt.
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The Female Protaginist of My Novel
21 November 2025 First when I endeavored to write this novel, I was inspired by Flute Ramani'z Marugelara in a train taken from Trichy ...
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It is the light that urges the flower to open its heart to the world Oh Woman, My feet dance to your tender beats. For you are the reason ... -
On the theme of solar archetype, i pondered on the following characters from our Puranas and the following saints. 1. Lord Ram 2. Satyavan ...
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The light within me, yearns to be awaked to a new beginning, a new birth. For years crushed within the deepest oceans. I rise, like a ph...
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