Our Story
Who, being loved, is poor?
First date
Who, being loved, is poor?
I am nothing special, of this I am sure. I am a common man with common thoughts and I’ve led a common life. There are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten, but I’ve loved another with all my heart and soul, and to me, this has always been enough.
Love recognizes no barriers. It jumps hurdles, leaps fences, penetrates walls to arrive at its destination full of hope.
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Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.
અજબપુરા મુકામે થી નિકરી કાસોડી મુકામે જશે.
We loved with a love that was more than love.