Since 2PM its been cloudy. It was quite sunny in the morning, but suddenly it has become dark.
A beautiful song from the great poet, sung by Lata
I do not want to put down my own views. It will be going down memory lane, which will mean a choked throat and wet eyes.
O how I miss the rainy days. The days of smell of peyaji frying at home, and khichuri on the pot, when I enter home.
A beautiful song from the great poet, sung by Lata
O how I miss the rainy days. The days of smell of peyaji frying at home, and khichuri on the pot, when I enter home.
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