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How good do you sing and how do you know this?

11.06.2025 11:30

How good do you sing and how do you know this?

But who cares when I can treat my pen as a microphone and sing with my siblings, where they complete my broken lyrics and cover my cacophony by their melody.

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I was alone in the Quarter that evening.

Completely My Moment.

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Next day, I extricated myself by pretending as if it wasn't me singing there ( I means screaming).

Full Gian vibes…

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Here's the reason -

Yes the perfect time to wake up the Alka Yagnik sleeping inside me.

Their laughter was so hard that it made me realise that Alka Yagnik inside me is still sleeping but misfortunately I switched to The Gian Channel.

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Misfortunately I choosed to start with it's background music which is not in Hindi, So, I didn't even know the lyrics. So, sang whatever fitted according to the music and tone.

The Titlies (butterflies) had just escaped out of the cage that I heard a huge laugh of two boys who were passing by our area.

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~Aditiii💫

And I started the song “Ban ke titli Dil uda h…”

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So, I believe that I can't sing songs but I can scream songs definitely.

No one to disturb me…