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Subrat SaurabhAuthor of Kuch Woh PalKuljit Kaur is a post-graduate in dentistry, who is following her passion of creating smiles and writing. After dedicating her eight years of life to dentistry, she went back to her hometown, Sri Hargobind Pur to run her own clinic and serve the people of her hometown following the footsteps of her mother. Besides writing for professional journals for almost four years, this is her romantic fictional take. She is a hardcore-romantic and trustworthy person who has brought the same trust to her writing. Her love for paintings and TV shows is depicted in her story. The spiritual side of the authoRead More...
Kuljit Kaur is a post-graduate in dentistry, who is following her passion of creating smiles and writing. After dedicating her eight years of life to dentistry, she went back to her hometown, Sri Hargobind Pur to run her own clinic and serve the people of her hometown following the footsteps of her mother.
Besides writing for professional journals for almost four years, this is her romantic fictional take. She is a hardcore-romantic and trustworthy person who has brought the same trust to her writing. Her love for paintings and TV shows is depicted in her story. The spiritual side of the author can be seen in her personal journal, where she has her philosophical thoughts safe. As a philosopher who has a passion for fiction, her keen observations of the surroundings will take the readers for a joyride.
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New acoustic guitar strings are attached between our hearts. I don’t know if it is real or fake. I only know that my heart is fluttering, and I'm dancing like an idiot. Am I really in love?
17.01.2011 was the horrible day in my simple life. It took a precious part of my life and left me there like a withered leaf from a tree. If something like that did not happen, then I might have had a different story to write.
New acoustic guitar strings are attached between our hearts. I don’t know if it is real or fake. I only know that my heart is fluttering, and I'm dancing like an idiot. Am I really in love?
17.01.2011 was the horrible day in my simple life. It took a precious part of my life and left me there like a withered leaf from a tree. If something like that did not happen, then I might have had a different story to write.
His love was unconditional and pure, but mine was selfish, I think. That’s why there is nothing left inside me other than my dying soul until ‘a black stranger’ entered my life. That’s the name I gave to a diary. After reading his thoughts, I finally got some peace of mind, but I really want to know
To whom does it belong? Because it is filled with hidden truths.
knock knock!! Open the door.....My half Not able to find You Where You are??? Don't feel shy and frightened Think that, There's always a hope at the last Don't loose your Other half Because, It will never be the same If You live apart.... Fight back,fight back If You know "who you Are" Please! Read More...
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