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  gifer.com Sins of mine Are they there to haunt me And destroy my inner self I try to stop But to the devil I am in debt. 🃏 CREAK

  GAUTWORLD Tonight you left me Alone to fight My nightmares When you know All my life I’ve been resting Holding you in our bed 👤 THE DESOLATE STRETCHES OF THE MIND

  GAUTWORLD Tears stain your pillow And you sob in the night Here I sit trying to smile While tears blur my sight Tears don't matter now 🍂 THE DESOLATE STRETCHES OF THE MIND

  GAUTWORLD Those who came before me - why did you not prepare for me? In "Shooting Mr Summer and 7 Stories," author Gautam K. Mirchandani invites readers on a captivating journey through a tapestry of eight imaginative tales, each exploring the delicate interplay between technology, humanity, and the mysteries of existence.  The titular story, "Shooting Mr Summer," thrusts readers into a world where time is fluid, and choices have unforeseen consequences. As characters navigate alternate realities, they confront their deepest fears and desires, leading to profound revelations about the nature of destiny. Throughout the collection, Mirchandani masterfully crafts narratives that challenge the boundaries of science fiction. From artificial intelligence grappling with emotions to interstellar explorers haunted by memory, each tale is woven with a unique blend of intrigue, wit, and thought-provoking themes.  Mirchandani’s eight books showcase his signature style—richly ...

  .pinterest.com Forget the pain and pride Got two mouths to feed Her old parents Back at home Have to do it Until death  Takes her for a stroll! 💔 CREAK

  GAUTWORLD A ndy C ostello wipes his face using a wet tissue paper. His eyes are on the signal, anxiously waiting for it to change, fidgets in his seat as the signal stays red and all around him, cars honk in protest of the signal, and he too leans on his horn, joining the cacophony. Andy was thirty-five years old, and he was a successful Architect. However, this year had been the worst year of his life. After a grumbling and abusive seven years of a non-workable marriage, he divorced his wife, Janet. It had been a bad marriage right from the start. Finally, it was over as the divorce had come through last month, and he was happy, not only happy, but relieved; he was glad that Janet agreed to the divorce without making any nasty scene. The Lord knows that he has tried to save their marriage. However, Janet had become unmanageable. Every day, she picked fights with  him over stupid matters, trying to accuse him of not taking care of her when he tried his level best to mak...

    http://www.youtube.com/@ImagineIamI Anupama peered out at me through fatigue-filled eyes, and there was no recognition in her brown eyes. I froze, looking at her appearance. Anupama’s natural brown colour, waist-length hair, dishevelled and unwashed, and the green evening gown she wore had stains on them. Her feet were bare, and there were dark circles under her brown eyes, as if she had not slept for weeks. “Anu, it is I Vikram Shah your cousin brother Vicky.” I ventured to look at her. There was a flicker in Anupama’s eyes, and she blinked them several times and then said in a hoarse voice. “Vicky, is it really you, oh thank god, you got my letter.” “Yeah, I received it yesterday, what’s wrong?” I asked. Anupama sighed, and a relief flickered across her face. Then she chattered, “Please come in, mama will be so glad to see you.” She caught my hand and tugged me into the house. I stepped inside. (Later, when I recollect that moment wryly, I think that one step I took in t...