Pulkit Singh dedicates this poem to her marriage of ten years.
Those evenings were a proof of a love that I have never known since...
All she wants is to travel. Why is that so hard?
The heart wants what it wants.
An uninspired life. And an empty night. What does one do?
Not All Loves Are Equal.
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