O bride!
This auspicious thread,
the reason for my living,
the symbol of our togetherness,
here I am tying around your neck,
may you live for a 100 years.
Sunday, March 6, 2005
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That wasn't serendipity. That's destiny. My mother wasn't there anymore. It's stark, pitch-dark. Colossal, abysmal despair. Then, I found her: My Lightning Bug. -- For my Print and E-books: Go here, please: http://pothi.com/pothi/ Here's my E-mail address: maqsoodqureshi@gmail.com
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