again believe in dreams. He remembered that he had a number of things he had to take care of: he went to the market

I write the music because I can&#39;t really write lyrics. But I can write chords like Robin&#39;s never heard of. So I provide the music for them to add the lyrics to.

THE BOY RODE ALONG THROUGH THE DESERT FOR SEVERAL hours, listening avidly to what his heart had to say. It was his heart that would tell him where his treasure was hidden. “Where your treasure is, there also will be your heart,” the alchemist had told him. But his heart was speaking of other things.

Written By Samarendra mohanty

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