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Nikita Gandhi Quote - The sound of those crickets still drowns me in the summer fantasy.

The sound of those crickets still drowns me in the summer fantasy.

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I couldn’t experience an end with you, because you have always been a beginning to something new every day.
NIKITA GANDHI

Beginning Day End Experience Yourself
When you let me touch your skin, I can feel your pain. What joy you get in keeping me away?
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Away Feeling Joy Pain Relationship Skin Touch Yourself
She who has the courage to dive deep into the ocean will find the pearls.
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Courage Deep Herself Inspirational Ocean
There are these emotions which are eager to scream aloud, but they settle inside us without a cry.
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Cry Emotion Ourselves Scream
The believe you carry in yourself is what makes you unbelievable for others.
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Believe Carry Inspirational Self Love Yourself
Sometimes, I feel sorry for you. I’m not there to hold you, and this clouded sky do not let you talk to the moon.
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Feeling Hold Moon Sorry Talk Time Touch Yourself
There is magic in this universe. I don’t know how often do you believe in it, or you do not at all. But if you do not, then this is for you to know, that your very existence is magic in itself.
NIKITA GANDHI

Believe Existence Magic Universe Yourself
I have been confused with many pretty smiles earlier but your canines hit me differently.
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Different Early Myself Smile
The journey of fire begins, survives and ends with air.
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Air Beginning End Fire Journey Nature Survive
The sound of those crickets still drowns me in the summer fantasy.
NIKITA GANDHI

Drown Fantasy Myself Sound Summer
All I want for christmas is your warmth, near the firing woods. Cuddling on the chair, swinging in merry times, forgetting our bad lies.
NIKITA GANDHI

Bad Fire Forget Lying Myself Time Warmth
The lotus grows out of the mud. Love the lotus; do not love the mud.
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Flower Growth Lotus One Liner
You can’t measure, my love for you. I’m a victor. I steal you, from my very own self, every minute every day.
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Love Measurement Myself Steal
Silent hearts carrying pain quietly are likely to make thunders cry loud.
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Carry Cry Heart Loud Pain Silence
Our noses mingled, even though we had sharp differences. Yet we kept on fighting, over minor preferences.
NIKITA GANDHI

Fight Ourselves Preference Relationship Togetherness
You make sunlight doubt its role in winters as you set my body on fire.
NIKITA GANDHI

Body Doubt Fire Role Sunshine Winter

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