Sunday, June 21, 2020

Tropic of Cancer

There was once a Nawab; Siraj ud-Daulah, he was called. A man of expensive blood, the living wanted him gone. Such spectacular was his fall that satellites entered the halls.

The rest, is the future for one and all.

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