The dew drops and the sunlight riving it..The squawking of morning birds..My ears absorbed all I could and my days dazzled....The more I try to ponder..it reminds me of Guwahati..the mosaic and the fragmented views..Like the e Balzac’s on Paris..The pallid souls of humans here are diff..so ill-assorted compared to rest ..a shallow breathtaking boldness which is beyond any comparison..
Except for the pean(triumph) songs of the Bollywood...some good people with such a formidable style of my ffriends..makes me wonder we are here to study or to give our contribution to the parlance of fashion statments.Styles.. some skrillex and some stilettos talks.. The frock and the untrimmed hem.The talks about the cholis that goes with a torn jeans..This turbulent raid in market do brust some will articulated innovations..but does it look like I give a fuck..
Except for the pean(triumph) songs of the Bollywood...some good people with such a formidable style of my ffriends..makes me wonder we are here to study or to give our contribution to the parlance of fashion statments.Styles.. some skrillex and some stilettos talks.. The frock and the untrimmed hem.The talks about the cholis that goes with a torn jeans..This turbulent raid in market do brust some will articulated innovations..but does it look like I give a fuck..
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