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Ye zindegi

 It's not easy. Life seems happy, sorrowful,again magical. Drifting evening, beautiful autumn moon,sky and the twinkling stars and dull feelings. 

What is life!

The old memories add smile to walk on and on

May be something special is there waiting. 

Hope sprinkle the wish to live one more day.

Namaste 🙏 

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