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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 !”



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Richa said…
Goes absolutely with Happy Father's Day :)
June 19, 2011 at 4:21 PM
Rià said…
Aah nice one. :)
June 20, 2011 at 7:58 PM
Zeba said…
Made me go 'awww..' And that doesn't happen very often. :-) Loved it.
June 21, 2011 at 3:57 PM
♪♪Happy Go Lucky♪♪ said…
Lol, nice 'twist in the kahaani' :)
June 26, 2011 at 1:25 AM
Anwesa said…
@ rainboy,

Thanks !
June 26, 2011 at 6:20 PM
Anwesa said…
@ Richa,

Ummmm...yeah :)
June 26, 2011 at 6:20 PM
Anwesa said…
@ Zeba,

Thanks :)
June 26, 2011 at 6:21 PM
Anwesa said…
@ Ria,

Thanks dear :)
June 26, 2011 at 6:21 PM
Anwesa said…
@ Harini,

Yeah, kahaani mein twist :D
June 26, 2011 at 6:22 PM
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