Whether the winds or his mighty pumping heart,
he held his hand for a benevolent journey towards the gigantic footings at parts.
Either it was his mustard coloured shirt or the strawberry jam that glowed over his cheeks behind the Uno cards
but it was the novel love that giggles young melodies rushing in nerves so fast.
The way that rainless rainbow glittered, they visualised the new journey of the same history cheers. It was his wild nucleus made him suppress his brain to sense the smell of Cadbury, a wonder million dreams pictured on the footings of mayhem.
The society might made the roles to submit to the culture, but it will be us who would love to escort Dis-culture. The tyranny of the old will mark Rekha on their part but this time it will be sugar to stretch out far.
But the journey stretch so long took time to galvanise the horde.
Hundreds of rickshaw around the equinox looked at that upside dome.
The yellow walls in the rooms suddenly permuted to pink, it was the rainbow that actually made every love gleam.
Anchal.?