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I sat on the teak wood sofa next to the main door of the living room, howling. Sone ki Chidiya. Mind it, I was wearing Sone ki Chidiya. I surely felt like a sparkling Sona (Gold) but wished I was a bird who could simply fly far away to avoid the dreadful

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C. Pallavi Rao Narvekar

blogs from New Delhi