I fell in love with her in nineteen ninety-nine. If I were to be hanged tomorrow at daybreak -- my last wish would be to eat meal cooked by her and make passionate love with her.
Wednesday, April 24, 2013
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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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