Worn out shoes. Half smoked cigarette. Borrowed socks. Faded Jacket. Dirty Jeans. Chipped spectacles. A mindful of questions. A teacher in my soul.
I guess I'm on my way to salvation. Wait, where was I going again?
PS - It was beautiful here. You should have seen it. Also, remember - Every revolution gets exploited. But don't worry. The Maidan remains in our hearts.
I guess I'm on my way to salvation. Wait, where was I going again?
PS - It was beautiful here. You should have seen it. Also, remember - Every revolution gets exploited. But don't worry. The Maidan remains in our hearts.
decide kar lo kitna bada aur kya kya likhna hai
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kahaan se maara yeh?
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ReplyDeleteha ha everyone thinks your lines are not your own (the message and now this). Wah.
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