But whenever tragedy strikes, one is left either to die or with a plethora of ifs and buts to ponder over. — Kudrat Dutta Chaudhary, Laiza- Sometimes the end is only a Beginning
But whenever tragedy strikes, one is left either to die or with a plethora of ifs and buts to ponder over. — Kudrat Dutta Chaudhary, Laiza- Sometimes the end is only a Beginning
But whenever tragedy strikes, one is left either to die or with a plethora of ifs and buts to ponder over. — Kudrat Dutta Chaudhary, Laiza- Sometimes the end is only a Beginning
But whenever tragedy strikes, one is left either to die or with a plethora of ifs and buts to ponder over. — Kudrat Dutta Chaudhary, Laiza- Sometimes the end is only a Beginning
But whenever tragedy strikes, one is left either to die or with a plethora of ifs and buts to ponder over. — Kudrat Dutta Chaudhary, Laiza- Sometimes the end is only a Beginning
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But whenever tragedy strikes, one is left either to die or with a plethora of ifs and buts to ponder over.

— Kudrat Dutta Chaudhary, Laiza- Sometimes the end is only a Beginning
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