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

Here's the reason -

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

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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I was alone in the Quarter that evening.

Full Gian vibes…

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

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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Completely My Moment.

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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.

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

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

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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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No one to disturb me…

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

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

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