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  giphy.com Popular magazine editor Anita Suresh died last night in a car accident in Mumbai. She was the founding member and chief editor of the popular women’s magazine, “Patralekh” She survived by… What the hell! What is happening? Niti grabbed her head; suddenly, she felt an intense band of pain. Breathing hard, she collapsed on her bed and closed her eyes, massaging her forehead. Two rejection e-mails and two deaths, this is unbelievable. 💻 Niti Sehgal, a writer who was disappointed when her work was rejected by publishers, never knew she had a hidden talent within her. To know more about Niti's hidden talent, read ''SHOOTING MR SUMMER & 7 STORIES''. SHOOTING MR SUMMER & 7 STORIES

  dribbble.com Isn’t anyone who can? Help me through the pain Tender heart, tender soul Each one of us is playing a role 🎭 THE DESOLATE STRETCHES OF THE MIND

  pinterest.com Let me be out of this maze Hear my prayers, hear me out Don’t look through me Life is like a cross Burning my heart and my body Give me dead and rest my soul My Lord! ❤️‍🔥 CREAK

  gifer.com Tucked up in blue jeans With a blouse clean-neat Red dynamite lips And lovely good hips That’s my girl 🌹 THE DESOLATE STRETCHES OF THE MIND

  gifer.com No one to love me And no one to care The first time I really  Feel the pain But now these pains  Are my company 🌀 CREAK

  phoneky.com I would choose my own way And shall sleep for lust For my own pleasure Not for a night in pain. 💢 CREAK

  .picmix.com The world is too busy To keep track of one hour Relentless he watches Stares at nothing The mind doesn't comprehend The eyes see everything. ☠️ THE DESOLATE STRETCHES OF THE MIND

  pixabay.com When you feel you’re all alone There’s no place to call home You can pick that love Which, you threw it all away And find yourself in a new change! 🌷 CREAK

  theswaddle.com The tears falling down From the corner of my eyes I wish I could die Naked love I don’t want any I feel so dirty When you do these things to me ❣️ CREAK

  gif.com So, believe it or not The world is crazy And until these wars go on The world will remain messy 😷 T HE DESOLATE STRETCHES OF THE MIND

  gifer.com I can’t break it And I keep on obeying you Like a slave No! Dreams of freedom! 🌀 CREAK

  phoneky.com My heart’s broken For death, I wait But I remember The old man's song The tears fall And they sing a song Tears sing a song 🎼 THE DESOLATE STRETCHES OF THE MIND

  gifer.com She lived for her son All through her life And he left her  All alone to die Oh life! 💔 CREAK

  pinterest. Hardy knows many ways Dealing faster The meeting takes But he forgot this Mack There’s a Joker in the pack 🃏 THE DESOLATE STRETCHES OF THE MIND

  pinterest.com We are living in a fake world Like two plastic dolls Doing things like Robots Without any emotions at all Like two plastic dolls 👫 CREAK

  tenor.com They say it’s Christmas But I am shivering to death They say it’s Christmas Jesus can no longer wait ⛓️‍💥 THE DESOLATE STRETCHES OF THE MIND

  GAUTWORLD I feel a thrill Smiling now, baby I lose the blues There’s no one like you 💓 THE DESOLATE STRETCHES OF THE MIND

GAUTWORLD Satish Sharma was a polisher of metals; he was originally from Calcutta, the beautiful city of many dreams. Two years back, he had shifted to Surat in search of a better livelihood. The first year had been good; work came his way regularly. Then came the recession, drying up everything: work, funds, opportunities, and even relations. He searched day and night, but found nothing; there was no work, and everywhere they asked him to wait, to wait until the recession was over. However, his life will not wait for the recession to be over, nor his body. Soon his savings were over, but the recession was everywhere, and he could not go back to a more expensive city like Calcutta and then came the last blow from his flat owner. Pay more or vacate the house. 👦 Satish Sharma will take that one step forward, but the question is, where would he take that step? To know about Satish Sharma's story, click on the book link of   'AMPUTATED MINDS'- A STORY TO TELL'  https://not...

  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