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  • The half story
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    well it started with the eye, he got lost, wandered. they were deep. They were saying something, he wanted to know. He saw them and he knew he has fallen, he took his time for the ride. Unexpectedly met her and began a story. His half story. Let me take You, on a ride, of his life.

  • Mumbai - what this city means to me.
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    The hatred turned into love. Then a necessity. Now a comfort. The love for the city has never died.