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On a sunny afternoon, after a hearty lunch, three little friends got together to see a book… they shifted the pages to and forth, their eyes got locked.. their senses were locked… neither they could hear, nor they could feel neither they could hear, the footsteps of an approaching sir nor they could feel, his …
Reshma Shaikh Miss, was the most beautiful teacher of my crescent life. She was graceful, elegant, distinguished person. Everything about her was royal, her long hair, her dresses, usually full sleeve Punjabi dresses, rich in the gamut of colors. And to top all of this, she had a disarming smile, and she oozed positivity as …
Following any sport is akin to being a wine aficionado. You are always chasing a sensation, the sensation when a good wine had tickled your senses. You are chasing that high, that explosion of flavors. A true connoisseur of wine knows the price tag or the age of the seal are immaterial. Sometimes an off …
