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आपली स्मरणशक्ती फार फसवी असते. मागच्याच रविवारी दामूच्या लग्नात खाल्लेला मेनू आठवत नाही, पण लहानपणी रद्दीचे पैसे जोडून खाल्लेल्या मस्तानीची चव क्षणात जिभेवर येते. कोथरूडच्या उद्यानाला मी निदान पंधरा-वीस वेळा गेलो असेल, पण मला आठवते ती आमची तिसरीतली सहल. पु ल म्हणूनच गेले आहेत, मुंबई आणि पुणे हे सोडून जगात पाहण्यासारखे तरी काय आहे! आमच्या …
This is probably the cringe-most article I might have written because it is about a daily soap — that too, a Marathi daily soap. Before you accuse me of anything, here is my anticipatory defense. Firstly, the series is the easiest to watch. By easy, I mean it is easy on my time. At the …
“How does it feel? the cold blade to your warm jugular?” with grin Ritr asked Ndra as held his sword to the battered King’s throat. “I can feel your blood flow slowing down, with each pulse,” “you or your ..” tried to speak the Great Ndra gathering energy from his body. As he spoke he …
