"And I write about love like I know love, but me and love have never officially met. I have only ever seen him from my window. But me and yearning, we're old friends, we go way back. He and I share the same mother tongue."
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mayanadhii
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HELLO READERS!This is your author previously known as maanasarovar. I have now completely revamped my account and it is now called mayanadhii. I'm really excited for this new chapter! I am happy to...View all Conversations
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