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At 1 a.m., memory becomes embarrassingly specific. Not your face. Not your voice. Just the ridiculous little things, like how you said goodnight as though tomorrow was something we could trust. #midnight

Peace may quiet your conscience, but it cannot rewrite what you owe, what you broke or who is still waiting for your promises and accountability. #rancho

1. How good , I don't know, but fir sure better than current one and I have no doubt. 2. Jaan na lo hamaari. 3. Swan, The Black Swan - Imperfectly perfect.

There are two. One is my eex colleague and another is a hot Doctor babe 🙈

Been long, opening up fully. Ask me anything. No holds barred. secret.viralsachxd.com/13557… P.S. - Buddhe teri gaaliyon se koi fark na padna maine

Funny how silence sometimes returns quietly, one like at a time.

If they cared about you, they wouldn't treat you this way. Believe what they show you. No matter who it is.

Someone help me figure out how to get arrested 🙈

India: where politics was once supposed to be public service. Increasingly, it also appears to offer an exceptionally imaginative rehabilitation programme in a washing machine.

Yes, of course. For decades Bengalis apparently performed Durga Pujo in secret basements, whispered “Maa asche” under their breath, and smuggled dhaaks across state borders in rice sacks. History is truly remarkable when written after eating bhapa illish.