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Poems from the heart
Dedicated to my Parents (Late) Smt. Srikumari Gopinath & Shri. Gopinath Kakkasseri. A simple collection of poems assimilated over years, let's celebrate life with Poems from the heart.
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Aadarsh
वह डंडे को प्रणाम करके ,जमीन पर लेट गया;यह कहते हुए कि यही है गुरु जी जिसने मुझ नालायक को लायक बना दिया ।आज मैं इसके मार से मजनू से मैनेजर बन गया।अपनी बात पूरी किए बिना वह आचार्य जी के चरणों को पकड़कर सिसक सिसक कर रोने लगा। मनुष्य तो मनुष्य है.....
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Are you really professor
Hlo everyone ? Professor Adam ( ML )...{ killing someone , u know I'm hell you can't run away from me , now die ?} Professor Rubina (FL)... { he is new Professor, but why he is killing someone ? }
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Desire of Love
A tiny teen age love story starts when a girl with past trauma who never wanted to love someone again fall in love with a generous guy, in this story you will get to know how hard it became to accept the term of love by someone who never being loved
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TRUE LOVE NEVER END
Iam a Shakthi new story writer from india, This story is based on a true love story that took place in India. First love not success for everyone But if successful very lucky in this world and very happiestcouple in this world.
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Magical Trip to Boon
The story is about the two young lovers who go for a trip and they meet up their friend and discover many hidden things which are ancient and end up having a boon in a very confusing state.
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Badalta mein
Kaise badalta hai ek bacha jab rehta nai baap ka saya kaise badalte hain log kaise badalti hai duniya
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Odisha's haunted places
This book is for those who have some interest in ghost and paranormal activities, and also for those who agreed to leave behind the world of science and to go forward to explore the unknown world. Some places have been cursed to be inappropriate for
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Alone
I never thought That time would come Where we would be divided. The road was dark, I was alone. I only dreaded. Of getting home Fear took over, I was completely broken Nd blown By the howling wind And the dark dark road.
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