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Hello and good evening all my lovely friends. As always last music update for the night before I venture to other places. BTW nothing shady just gonna go to chat for a bit hahahahahahahaha. God bless!!!!, stay safe, stay healthy and as Jackie dada says ....... tension lene ka nahin dene ka bhiddu hahahahahahaaha. Cheers!!!!!
Can someone report @Honey bunch for me. She is too good and my most favorite here also but she keeps an eye on me hehehehehehee. I am scared of her hehehehehehe. Guddu @Honeybunch reported hehehehehehehee. Just kidding shera. MUJIC time. Now partayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy time heheehehehe.
Can someone report @Honey bunch for me. She is too good and my most favorite here also but she keeps an eye on me hehehehehehee. I am scared of her hehehehehehe. Guddu @Honeybunch reported hehehehehehehee. Just kidding shera. MUJIC time. Now partayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy time heheehehehe.
Good night everyone
Music is my everything!!!
Good night Makkaley have a peaceful sleep!!!
Good night Makkaley have a peaceful sleep!!!
Between ten people, nine would swim oceans for you. But you would drawn chasing the one who won't even step into the water.
Good sayangalam
Before the Applause!!!
As the evening sky paints itself in crimson hues,
With a steaming cup of tea in hand,
A heart, caged by the weight of circumstance,
Silently searches for an untold melody.
The noisy chatter of the tea stall fades away,
Yet even crushing sorrow fails to pull him down.
With nothing but a pen and a crumpled piece of paper,
He watches the grand stage of his future begin to unfold.
Failures may set the opening pitch of his song,
And falling tears may become its driving rhythm.
But in the music he will breathe to life tomorrow,
The whole world will forget its own pain.
He is not just a boy lost in the evening crowd;
He is the artist who will orchestrate history.
And the boy's name is...
— Jones Stanley
As the evening sky paints itself in crimson hues,
With a steaming cup of tea in hand,
A heart, caged by the weight of circumstance,
Silently searches for an untold melody.
The noisy chatter of the tea stall fades away,
Yet even crushing sorrow fails to pull him down.
With nothing but a pen and a crumpled piece of paper,
He watches the grand stage of his future begin to unfold.
Failures may set the opening pitch of his song,
And falling tears may become its driving rhythm.
But in the music he will breathe to life tomorrow,
The whole world will forget its own pain.
He is not just a boy lost in the evening crowd;
He is the artist who will orchestrate history.
And the boy's name is...
— Jones Stanley
Good evening,everyone
What you learn while waiting may be more valuable than what you are waiting for.
"When she sings,Music finds its soul"
The Queen of Melody!!!!
Goshal!!!
The Queen of Melody!!!!
Goshal!!!
Sari Pre-Wedding shoot mudinjidhu
kalyanam epo vekka poringa
20 Yrs
kalyanam epo vekka poringa
20 Yrs
"Through every hard time, music was my 
companion".
companion".