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Hate And Wine

By Pragya Pandey


Hatred is like a red wine.  At start, it tastes bitter but as you take it, drop by drop, time after time, you start getting sweet pleasure in it. But, whatever it makes you feel, if you don’t resist and  get consumed by it, then, ultimately its going to kill you only.


By Pragya Pandey


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