Hence goes my voyage of self discovery

Dearest luv, Temperatures have reduced by 10° here, thanks to the rain. But I was wrong about Ganga turning muddy in effect. Untarnished, unblemished she flows with the same divinity as described in our mythology. Why do we call our literature 'mythology'? Myth, in its very essence means lies. मिथ्या, that which is fiction. Our... Continue Reading →

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