If Happiness is Rain then Being Happy must be Dance.
Dance Untill it Rains and Dance Till It Rains.
Most vivid amongst the memories of his home town was She —
Everyone was asleep but He consciously stared the moon whole night feeling Her.
Everyone was at work but he was still dreaming of her in the Sunny …
Everyone were in room He was on the roof.
Everyone were in the roof and he was in the room.
Everyone was pointing to her cleavage $ there was one staring in her eyes.
Everyone was appraising her beauty there was one waiting for her voice.
Everyone was wishing for one night stand and There was one praying to be her till his death
Everyone was enjoying n exploring their lust there was one who was holding his heart ….
He was none other than myself.
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