A familiar chatter swells in the air as feet chase the trail of a carelessly flying odhani in the by-lanes of Bhuj, spilling colors all over. While&nb..
A familiar chatter swells in the air as feet chase the trail of a carelessly flying odhani in the by-lanes of Bhuj, spilling colors all over. While&nb..
A familiar chatter swells in the air as feet chase the trail of a carelessly flying odhani in the by-lanes of Bhuj, spilling colors all over. While&nb..
A familiar chatter swells in the air as feet chase the trail of a carelessly flying odhani in the by-lanes of Bhuj, spilling colors all over. While&nb..
Some wandering rays of an aimless light,Carelessly slipped into my loom the previous night…Their whimsical sparks got woven away,Within the mortal strands too busy at play…My warp was so adulterated with this vagabond burst of lightThat it regularly assumed a halo that blinded sight…When the trance ..
Some wandering rays of an aimless light,Carelessly slipped into my loom the previous night…Their whimsical sparks got woven away,Within the mortal strands too busy at play…My warp was so adulterated with this vagabond burst of lightThat it regularly assumed a halo that blinded sight…When the trance ..
Some wandering rays of an aimless light,Carelessly slipped into my loom the previous night…Their whimsical sparks got woven away,Within the mortal strands too busy at play…My warp was so adulterated with this vagabond burst of lightThat it regularly assumed a halo that blinded sight…When the trance ..
Some wandering rays of an aimless light,Carelessly slipped into my loom the previous night…Their whimsical sparks got woven away,Within the mortal strands too busy at play…My warp was so adulterated with this vagabond burst of lightThat it regularly assumed a halo that blinded sight…When the trance ..
Some wandering rays of an aimless light,Carelessly slipped into my loom the previous night…Their whimsical sparks got woven away,Within the mortal strands too busy at play…My warp was so adulterated with this vagabond burst of lightThat it regularly assumed a halo that blinded sight…When the trance ..
Some wandering rays of an aimless light,Carelessly slipped into my loom the previous night…Their whimsical sparks got woven away,Within the mortal strands too busy at play…My warp was so adulterated with this vagabond burst of lightThat it regularly assumed a halo that blinded sight…When the trance ..
Some wandering rays of an aimless light,Carelessly slipped into my loom the previous night…Their whimsical sparks got woven away,Within the mortal strands too busy at play…My warp was so adulterated with this vagabond burst of lightThat it regularly assumed a halo that blinded sight…When the trance ..
Some wandering rays of an aimless light,Carelessly slipped into my loom the previous night…Their whimsical sparks got woven away,Within the mortal strands too busy at play…My warp was so adulterated with this vagabond burst of lightThat it regularly assumed a halo that blinded sight…When the trance ..
Some wandering rays of an aimless light,Carelessly slipped into my loom the previous night…Their whimsical sparks got woven away,Within the mortal strands too busy at play…My warp was so adulterated with this vagabond burst of lightThat it regularly assumed a halo that blinded sight…When the trance ..
Some wandering rays of an aimless light,Carelessly slipped into my loom the previous night…Their whimsical sparks got woven away,Within the mortal strands too busy at play…My warp was so adulterated with this vagabond burst of lightThat it regularly assumed a halo that blinded sight…When the trance ..
Some wandering rays of an aimless light,Carelessly slipped into my loom the previous night…Their whimsical sparks got woven away,Within the mortal strands too busy at play…My warp was so adulterated with this vagabond burst of lightThat it regularly assumed a halo that blinded sight…When the trance ..
Some wandering rays of an aimless light,Carelessly slipped into my loom the previous night…Their whimsical sparks got woven away,Within the mortal strands too busy at play…My warp was so adulterated with this vagabond burst of lightThat it regularly assumed a halo that blinded sight…When the trance ..
Long time ago, there was a king of Sindh, who like any other king, was fond of royal luxuries and used to sleep on a new bedspread everyday. One day, ..
Long time ago, there was a king of Sindh, who like any other king, was fond of royal luxuries and used to sleep on a new bedspread everyday. One day, ..
Long time ago, there was a king of Sindh, who like any other king, was fond of royal luxuries and used to sleep on a new bedspread everyday. One day, ..
Long time ago, there was a king of Sindh, who like any other king, was fond of royal luxuries and used to sleep on a new bedspread everyday. One day, ..
Long time ago, there was a king of Sindh, who like any other king, was fond of royal luxuries and used to sleep on a new bedspread everyday. One day, ..
Long time ago, there was a king of Sindh, who like any other king, was fond of royal luxuries and used to sleep on a new bedspread everyday. One day, ..
Long time ago, there was a king of Sindh, who like any other king, was fond of royal luxuries and used to sleep on a new bedspread everyday. One day, ..
Long time ago, there was a king of Sindh, who like any other king, was fond of royal luxuries and used to sleep on a new bedspread everyday. One day, ..
A familiar chatter swells in the air as feet chase the trail of a carelessly flying odhani in the by-lanes of Bhuj, spilling colors all over. While&nb..
A familiar chatter swells in the air as feet chase the trail of a carelessly flying odhani in the by-lanes of Bhuj, spilling colors all over. While&nb..
A familiar chatter swells in the air as feet chase the trail of a carelessly flying odhani in the by-lanes of Bhuj, spilling colors all over. While&nb..
A familiar chatter swells in the air as feet chase the trail of a carelessly flying odhani in the by-lanes of Bhuj, spilling colors all over. While&nb..
Some wandering rays of an aimless light,Carelessly slipped into my loom the previous night…Their whimsical sparks got woven away,Within the mortal str..
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Some wandering rays of an aimless light, Carelessly slipped into my loom the previous night… Their whimsical sparks got woven away, Within the mortal ..
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