Her heart cried for one last meeting with the child, she emptied the toffees out of her trousers pocket and sat with a grim face for some time.
All of them got up, overcoming from the shocking incident happened a while ago. Everybody trying their level best, but the yacht refused to get started.
Our love was deepened sea alike, We met at the foot of the tree, At the shore of the crying sea, At Puri Mumbai and Goa beech
Enjoying the Sun rising from up.
I think when the Mumbaikars are tired from there whole day they had only one source of relaxation –“The sea”. Sitting on the wall I could not think of anything. It only relaxed and soothed me.
The softness of the breeze blows my tresses and in the pearly light I open my eyes, wholesome and hearty to face a new day. My spirits bounce back.
There were no bruises on her breathtaking body. But he could see the bruises on her abandoned soul. She had no will to fight any longer than she already has.
This love story is about a lover who lost his best half never to return but stands in the same place every year with the same love.
As she edged towards the water, she felt a strong hand tugging at her tiny wrist. She turned to see that it was Andrew. He pulled her close and hugged her tight.
It seemed as if God felt pity for his children as Jon found a broken wooden piece of the ship. The daybreak brought some ease for the father and the son, as now the darkness had closed her doors.