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  1. Dreaming Wanderer. www.tonightidream-iwander.blogspot.comDecember 25, 2015 at 2:19 AM

    Nice.. I hope the apartment has a bedroom. That's where the relationship can lie down to heal n nurture :)

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  2. AseemDecember 26, 2015 at 3:52 PM

    Thankfully the anger is parked down in the garage. This would at least give them time for love and happiness at home :).

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  3. Shoma AbhyankarJanuary 18, 2016 at 12:01 PM

    Very beautiful

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  4. UnknownJanuary 18, 2016 at 1:27 PM

    Such a thoughtful post! :) Beautiful!

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  5. Purba chakrabortyJanuary 18, 2016 at 3:07 PM

    Beautifully weaved :)

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  6. Arun MuthusamyJanuary 18, 2016 at 11:26 PM

    Good not to take the anger inside the room.

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  7. UnknownJanuary 18, 2016 at 11:47 PM

    Nice way to get rid of anger :-)

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  8. Anjali SengarJanuary 19, 2016 at 2:24 AM

    Aww! Such a wonderful lines :)

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  9. Yogi SaraswatJanuary 19, 2016 at 3:32 AM

    गज़ब लिखते हैं सारू जी ! कैसे और कहाँ से आते हैं ऐसे शब्द ?

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  10. Dipanwita ChakrabortyJanuary 19, 2016 at 7:39 AM

    Beautiful thought. If anger is parked down in garage, love can sneak in anytime. :)

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  11. CifarJanuary 19, 2016 at 8:04 AM

    nice and powerful story

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  12. sunaina sharmaJanuary 19, 2016 at 8:48 AM

    There is hope.....anger is out in the garage, thoughtful hearts will eventually heal...Beautifully expressed Saru...

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  13. Sabyasachi PatraJanuary 20, 2016 at 3:54 AM

    Loved this. There are not many people who can park their anger in the garage.

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