The Unsung Poem: Subhanallah... Her gaze rested for a small moment upon the wedding album that had captured the oddness and the neutrality of the time but had not found any repartee with joyousness that was supposed to be found in any normal marriage. A smile crept up at the crook of her lips as she stole a glance at her smiling husband, beside her, and then opened another album which was their third wedding anniversary bash. It had the real moments; the real beauty; the unsung poem. "...and so we finish this conference, gentlemen, and head to our sole aim of reaching the third best position by the end of this year. The agenda is set and so we must be. Thank you." #anushree joshi incomplete keep reading!
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