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Unknown said…
ethu vaayikan patunillaaa..Which font type will support???
Unknown said…
itho katha... oru shakku padathinte story polumaayillallo ith. seshamenthundu kayyil. pandu santhosh takeesinte veli chadikkadannu kanda kinnarathumbikalude kathayoo..
Dr. Unni Amapparakkal. said…
I can't read. Which font will support?
Anonymous said…
Insatall font Keralite.ttf

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