I believe that everyone has their Kohinoor. That precious something whose elusiveness and absence churns impatience and cultivates desperation. The thought of which illuminates the soul and contents the mind. Burns the imagination with passion and colours existence with a fury of lust and labour.
Ironically, it is easy and yet so difficult to recognize this Kohinoor in our story.
Ironically, it is easy and yet so difficult to recognize this Kohinoor in our story.
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