White She said,I am not perfect, I love the imperfection,he replied. ©Trishna Chakraborty

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White kabhi anjan seher me apne miljate hain kabhi apne seher me apne anjan hojate hain. ©Trishna Chakraborty

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Black Koi Tarasta meri awaj sunne ko, toh koi he jise meri bate pasand nahi, kabhi man kare puchu ki Bohot pareshan karti hu kya? Haa,kahoge ye pehle se pata hai, Bhul gayi thi,Sabko me pasand aaungi ye jaruri toh nahi. ©Trishna Chakraborty

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White Samundar ki gehrai nahi hu, khuli si kitab hu me, Par har koi panno ko padh nahi sakte, Chahe jise mera man Usiki kitab hu me, Dusro ki koshish nakamyab hai, kyunki chahat me meri har koi nahi, Tum or tumhara pyar mere kitab ki kahani nahi. ©Trishna Chakraborty

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White Ham hamesha unko dekhte he jinhe ham pasand nahi par unhe bhul jate hain jo hame pasand karte hain. ©Trishna Chakraborty

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White Maa Ankho ke ansuo ko bhi parakh leti hai, Hamari har nasamjhi ko bhi maf kar deti hai, Khudse pehle hame yad karti hai, Hamara astitva unse hi hai, Woh Ek pyari maa hi toh hai, Chand se bhi jyada khoobsurat, unki muskan itni pyari hai, Maa meri sabse nyari hai. ©Trishna Chakraborty

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