My coujjin is your coujjin? π€ Like your CS is my CS? Woookay ma'am!π
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My coujjin is your coujjin? π€ Like your CS is my CS? Woookay ma'am!π
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What are you laughing about Bond? π³ Remember that Sayyid's fate is in my hands!
Selvi loved the gif!! So crystal clear! ππFrom its glacial abode down comes the tumbling cascade,Snowy peaks bid adieu to the milky fall after trying to persuade-For it to stay back with the childhood friends in the tall ranges,But the cataract gushes out gurglingly without any plan changes!Across the layers of steps, descending the mountain, it flows to its fate,Passing greenery and cities, it flows to the sea, leaving a story to narrate!
Really? Those were my first thoughts too. A man almost defeated by pain - his shoulders heavier than stone from the weight of the momentous 'responsibilities'' they carried. His face exhausted like a wilted stem - ebbing in and out of consciousness. His horse stationary - maybe from its rider having forgotten to nudge it on, or possibly from him unable to even do so. It's dark, the forests are unforgiving and he's miles away from the nearest help.Yet there is one flicker of hope, around his face and chest alone - a fire that keeps him going. A fire to keep alive his mates, his only family. A fire to keep alive the many innocent children of Parnagarh. A fire to keep alive the Sahib if not for whom, he would've never known that it took a true man to carry such momentous responsibilities with pride.
What are you laughing about Bond? π³ Remember that Sayyid's fate is in my hands!
Finally your first post πHello Rekha di .. Welcome to HBAS π€ 38 chapters in 3 days π² π it's the magic of HBAS
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