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Jan 2018
I was a blank book. Within me, you wrote a beautiful love story.
Filled my pages with illustrative words and added a hint of mystery.
And then you stopped without finishing the end,
Turned me into a masterpiece, over which the lovers lament.
Mystifying Chaos
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Mystifying Chaos  Delhi
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