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I turn around and see my ma’s illuminated, beautiful face and I am in her arms held closely and warmly. I know I am out here in the world of my folks.
I lived my life in the sparkle of his eyes and the music of his laughter. Our days were so full of fun and fabulous surprises and it seemed like nothing could go wrong.
The author’s fan said she is very shrewd in dealing with people. The author didn’t agree with her. She narrated a story of childhood to convince him.
Kristy rolled down her car window, took fifty rupees from her handbag and gave to her . While the women moved , kristy called her and softly asked ” is the baby sleeping “.
He was so relieved with this act that he went out of the place and hit eight rag pickers with stone , he had a strangely satisfying feeling , he was smiling the whole time .
Subhashini is a collection of poems related to our everyday life. Each poem is beautifully presented. So inspiring, so encouraging that teaches us moral.
Two hands held me and kissed my forehead, I know the touch, and it is familiar. I cannot hear and see properly as receptors are not functional yet to their capacity.
In a forest there lived a family of bird with father, mother, and a baby bird. The baby is loved by both the parents very much.
It dawned upon her that she deserved it for those many years she had avoided and ignored his calls. She had done so hoping that he could get on with his life.
I know i will be strong and big soon enough. All my friends are waiting for me to be them. I will sway and play while i get all the sunlight. I will save my energy.