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Marriage is a warm, intimate cocoon - Janhavi Samant http://goo.gl/1EHBGa

Marriage is a warm, intimate cocoon - Janhavi Samant http://goo.gl/1EHBGa

The quest of a psychiatrist into the mind of his patient...

The quest of a psychiatrist into the mind of his patient...

I  always feel alone...even in a crowd...do you...?

I always feel alone...even in a crowd...do you...?

....It wasn't my fault....I was lonely...very lonely

....It wasn't my fault....I was lonely...very lonely

Each time I met her, I couldn’t help spending a few moments admiring her beauty. Her personality always left me enchanted.   Today was no different. Her simple pastel-shaded salwar kameez and neatly plaited hair lent oodles of élan to her persona. She recognised me and smiled, I gestured her to sit down. She sat at the edge of the chair as if in anticipation of something big that was about to happen.

Each time I met her, I couldn’t help spending a few moments admiring her beauty. Her personality always left me enchanted. Today was no different. Her simple pastel-shaded salwar kameez and neatly plaited hair lent oodles of élan to her persona. She recognised me and smiled, I gestured her to sit down. She sat at the edge of the chair as if in anticipation of something big that was about to happen.

She was stunningly beautiful with large doe-shaped eyes that spoke volumes of innocence. Her dusky, smooth complexion made her look younger than twenty five. Her slim, well-endowed body was covered in a plain, well-fitting grey salwar kameez and her jet black hair was neatly tied into a bun. She looked like any regular ‘girl next door’.

She was stunningly beautiful with large doe-shaped eyes that spoke volumes of innocence. Her dusky, smooth complexion made her look younger than twenty five. Her slim, well-endowed body was covered in a plain, well-fitting grey salwar kameez and her jet black hair was neatly tied into a bun. She looked like any regular ‘girl next door’.

Face your real self and love the Jhumki within you....

Face your real self and love the Jhumki within you....

Jhumki represents every dark thought you choose to suppress. Can you recognise the real you?

Jhumki represents every dark thought you choose to suppress. Can you recognise the real you?

“We don’t wear masks...we believe.   Everyone wears one...we know.”

“We don’t wear masks...we believe. Everyone wears one...we know.”