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77 FICTION : A GIFT CALLED LIFE


She woke up. He was not in bed.The sheets were crumpled though.She could hear some noise from the kitchen.
As she got into her slippers, she remembered the last night.They read the book together and then laughed about it.He was all she thought of since the last three years.

He was natural, very unpretentious.The gift of her life.


Giving a jolt to the thoughts, he greeted her loudly, “Good Morning Mumma !”



Comments

Richa said…
Goes absolutely with Happy Father's Day :)
Zeba said…
Made me go 'awww..' And that doesn't happen very often. :-) Loved it.
Lol, nice 'twist in the kahaani' :)
Anwesa said…
@ rainboy,

Thanks !
Anwesa said…
@ Richa,

Ummmm...yeah :)
Anwesa said…
@ Zeba,

Thanks :)
Anwesa said…
@ Ria,

Thanks dear :)
Anwesa said…
@ Harini,

Yeah, kahaani mein twist :D

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