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

15.06.2025 01:34

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

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Full Gian vibes…

How do I become an intelligent man?

~Aditiii💫

No one to disturb me…

Completely My Moment.

What if Supergirl was a baby and not a teenager when she left Krypton? Who do you think will find her? What do you think things would be like?

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.

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

Was Michael Jackson really an innocent person?

I was alone in the Quarter that evening.

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.

Ever wondered why I never took the challenge of Sing a Song on Quora?

My grandmother deeded me her house before she passed last year. Her son still lives there refusing to move. What steps should I take to have him removed?

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

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

How is a narcissist likely to handle situations when confronted with hard truths about themselves?

Here's the reason -

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

🔥Why has Prime Narendra Modi become Extremely FRUSTRATED and Highly DEPRESSED because he has NOT been invited by Donald Trump to witness his Oath Ceremony for his INAUGURATION on 20th January as the next PRESIDENT of USA? Does the DESPERATE Narendra Modi FEAR that Donald Trump's actions may even LEAD to the FALL of the BJP-led MINORITY Government in India, as such actions have already caused GREAT PANIC in the NDA Coalition?

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.

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.