The name is Sutra, Kama Sutra. My father was a philosopher and
I was conceived in the 2nd century AD. I was born in India as an
idea of liberation and modernity, but today I’m ridiculed in name of morality.
It’s an incredible story. To learn more, just pick up the latest India Tourism
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Writing was my first love. I loved getting lost in the world of words. It was the joy of watching a blank piece of paper transform into a ...
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It was 5 am on a damp Sunday morning. He was the first one to get there. But others would be there soon. The fights were unavoidable. Th...
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A cool breeze cut through the warm sunshine as a shiver ran down her spine. She walked gingerly towards him. He always greeted her with ...
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