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Wound

Wound

By Arti Honrao on March 02, 2012
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Walking Alone

Walking Alone

By Arti Honrao on February 28, 2012
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Treasures, we call friends

Treasures, we call friends

By Arti Honrao on February 27, 2012
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Forgiveness

Forgiveness

By Arti Honrao on February 21, 2012
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Treasures

Treasures

By Arti Honrao on February 19, 2012
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Hand To Hold

Hand To Hold

By Arti Honrao on February 18, 2012
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Yellowed Pages

Yellowed Pages

By Arti Honrao on February 17, 2012
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I Sell Dreams

I Sell Dreams

By Arti Honrao on February 16, 2012
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Digital We.

Digital We.

By Arti Honrao on February 11, 2012
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When I Feel Like Crying

When I Feel Like Crying

By Arti Honrao on February 09, 2012
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Spare a Moment

Spare a Moment

By Arti Honrao on February 08, 2012
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I am ... Me

I am ... Me

By Arti Honrao on February 06, 2012
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सफ़र है तन्हा...

सफ़र है तन्हा...

By Arti Honrao on February 06, 2012
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Alone, I travel the road

Alone, I travel the road

By Arti Honrao on February 05, 2012
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kshan...

kshan...

By Arti Honrao on February 05, 2012
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Labels: marathi
Yein mi...

Yein mi...

By Arti Honrao on February 05, 2012
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There are so many things in life we cannot explain, so many things we wish we never have to explain. There are times when we wish we could just break free, forget what matters, walk into the darkness, steal ourselves away from everything and everyone. It is about how we deal with such moments, is what life is made up of. It is our attitude that defines who we are.

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i know  life is not fair  it’s tough a hurricane sometimes, and often i am not there  for you  when you need me because  i have my own demon...

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