She loved mornings more than nights. Not because her fantasy of him drawing her name by the stars lying on the lawn with her head resting on his chest hasn’t remained a fantasy anymore. Not because the dark empty spaces were filled with many moments of good memories. Not because she had someone by her side who would hug her and make her feel safe when she woke up in the middle of night after a nightmare. Because their mornings starts with seeing the dawn. Walking by the river, watching the birds fly out to start their day. Watching the newspaper-walahs spreading stories of yesterday. Watching the empty buses starting their ride. Watching the laughter clubs spreading laughter, people learning to laugh away their pains. Everyone starting a new day with a new hope and with the aim that today will be better than yesterday without worrying about tomorrow.
Short yet lovely piece after long. WordPress pe once more kaise chillate hain?
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Hello….from the #AwkwardEarthling..
Came over to your blog by a friend of mine..
Good writing style..
There is a feel from the flow of words; which indicates that you write with your emotions or maybe exxagerarated feelings to club into words..
Because according to me; that is what a true artist is.. 🙂
Glad to connect & see you around !!
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Hello
Thank you very much for your views. This means a lot.
Feelings mutual 🙂
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The pleasure was all mine & do connect if you are available on Twitter too.. I am dormant in blogging; and scribble here only once in a while !! 🙂
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Sure thing. If you could share you twitter handle…
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Yes.. this one.. @samjoths
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