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I am a former student of School of International Relations and Politics, Mahatma Gandhi University, Kerala. (2007-2009). Now I am Government Servant in Kerala.
In one June evening, after so many years, I saw him again, sitting beside the pond with a fishing rod. He now looked old. But all his actions and poses were of that of the same man I saw in yesteryears.
When I first saw your gracious face, I know I am to surrender my body, my mind and even my soul so as to get the same emotional love in return from yourself.
He introduced himself and in just no time we found ourselves creating a deep emotional relation which blossomed to an invisible, secure and consummate bond.
He was a common man. He had successfully passed all criterion required to be a common man and the government was kind enough to immediately issue a certificate
we have no money, we have no savings, we have nothing to provide for the banquet of our daughter and I do not know how we conduct the marriage?
When one of the politician’s secretaries came to awake him in the following morning, he found the politician dead with a broad natural smile on his lips.
A large portrait of a good looking man in his early thirties hung from the wall. His handsomeness was diminished to some extent by a deep scar
