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Swatantra Kumar Singh

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अहबाब खोने का सिलसिला तो एक उम्र से ज़ारी है 'क़ासिद' कौन किसको मनाने जाए ग़र ख़ुद से बैर हो जाए अहबाब - Friends - मित्र A two liner with many emotions..... thanks for invitation didi .... I hope niraash nhi kiya...😁 #yqbaba #thepenmandiary #midnightdiary #yourtaless #yqdidi #yqbhaijan #Yopowrimo #YourQuoteAndMine Collaborating with Shikha Singh

अहबाब खोने का सिलसिला तो एक उम्र से ज़ारी है 'क़ासिद' कौन किसको मनाने जाए ग़र ख़ुद से बैर हो जाए अहबाब - Friends - मित्र A two liner with many emotions..... thanks for invitation didi .... I hope niraash nhi kiya...😁 #yqbaba #thepenmandiary #midnightdiary #yourtaless #yqdidi #yqbhaijan #Yopowrimo #YourQuoteAndMine Collaborating with Shikha Singh

Brijesh Singaravel

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( Read caption below ... ) I was 6, when a girl sat down next to me for the first time in class. My brain hadn't developed to the point where I could conceive the anatomy of a girl. She was just another friends. I held her hands, running spreading chaos all around. I was 10, a demure kid, when I looked at a girl's face for more than 3 seconds for the first time. I felt a tickle inside, astound by how cute she was how that affected me. I was 15, perceived by peers a cool guy, flirted my way through anyone and everyone available to uphold the eminence of being a stud. I was 18, when the story of a girl hardly mattered to me. All I did was stare at the ones with big bosoms and the behinds that could turn me on.

( Read caption below ... ) I was 6, when a girl sat down next to me for the first time in class. My brain hadn't developed to the point where I could conceive the anatomy of a girl. She was just another friends. I held her hands, running spreading chaos all around. I was 10, a demure kid, when I looked at a girl's face for more than 3 seconds for the first time. I felt a tickle inside, astound by how cute she was how that affected me. I was 15, perceived by peers a cool guy, flirted my way through anyone and everyone available to uphold the eminence of being a stud. I was 18, when the story of a girl hardly mattered to me. All I did was stare at the ones with big bosoms and the behinds that could turn me on.