The navel of my mother Was burning like a diya And it emitting bluish light.
Maa...every thing becomes worthless and meaningless in front of mother...liked it....nice sharing..thanks.. :)
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9/19/2024 4:13:05 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Maa...every thing becomes worthless and meaningless in front of mother...liked it....nice sharing..thanks.. :)