
Supriya Nayak
blogs from Bangalore


The jewel It was her most precious jewel- his heart of gold that she had stolen unknowingly.
Posted on 30 May 2016 | 7:51 pm
Read postA hundred letters He wrote a letter every day, but he never dropped it in her letter box. When he had a hundred letters, he inched towards the letter box. Only the letter box did not belong to her anymore.
Posted on 29 May 2016 | 7:47 pm
Read postTeen During my teens, how I loved to hate her. During her teens, how I hated that I loved her.
Posted on 28 May 2016 | 7:00 pm
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