Those tiny teeth shone through between the dimpled cheeks and the rosy lips. They were more than enough to make anyone lose their heart and fall in love with the person to whom those pearls belonged to. The muddy hands, the bruised knee and the dishevelled hair had their own tale to narrate.
How could she admonish him for losing one of the new sandals she'd lovingly bought for him when he says, "Maa I wash playing and forgoth tho thake the shoe...."
I write to free myself, all the while trying to engage you a bit more, trying to learn from every step I take. A hopeless romantic and believer in fairy tales, books, friends, music and food soothe my soul and rejuvenate me like nothing else. Secretly desirous of being a world famous author, i weave tales on my blog about people, relationships and emotions. I blog at Ishithaa.
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