You think the danger has passed You think you're in the clear. But he comes silently, stalkingly, With the stealth of the night And when he comes, There can be nothing But to give in and be ravaged By the Power of a Memory.
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We walked along the shaded path, Hand in hand, in tandem; We bathed in early sunbeams, We made this our memorandum.
Okay, so no prizes for guessing that Winter is my favouritest, awesomest, supercoolest season of the year. See how I just used those 3 very mid-teen words that don't really have a place in the dictionary? Yeah, I do that. Ok so HERE'S WHY I LOVE WINTER! : Winter does not know that Mumbai exists. … Continue reading Why I Love The Winter
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