Amidst this crowd, it doesn't matter I get to shine brightly. What matter is that I am a part of it and I have made my contribution however small it is.

Delhi means home, home means family and family means love.❤❤

Bombs explode. Sometimes the ground shakes. Fire crackers go boom. For my butt is aching to blow up the comode.

Doc was into his own apprenticeship as a skip tracer, and each, gradually locating a different karmic thermal above the megalopolis, had watched the other glide away into a different fate.

Written By Thomas Pynchon

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