I remember the dream. In it, his name was Sameer. How extraordinary would it be , if it was really that?
My dreamy mind is peculiarly producing creative stuff which I seem to remember later.
I can easily imagine how it got to Sameer. From one girl to the other.
My dreamy mind is peculiarly producing creative stuff which I seem to remember later.
I can easily imagine how it got to Sameer. From one girl to the other.
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