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cricketwallah Just Cricket

Ian Chappell is funny old man. V for Viru, V for Virat, V for Victory. Captain Cool stars in warm up victory. The idea to boost the confidence of young man by letting him take more strikes and giving opportunity to score more runs and eventually the Man of the Match award was a master.

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I write here, because I had to tell someone. Lihaaf, a short story, explores the themes of sexual repression, subjugation and homosexuality coupled with liberation of the protagonist, Begum Jaan, whose husband, Nawab Sahab totally forgot her presence in the household, and was more interested in. My working week, and my Sunday rest.

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Now that these is said, I have to tell you that this is an adult blog. Also these images are reblogged and are not mine. And yes, some of the images reoccur in my blog, that means I really like the images.

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