Not so Perfect, Babe!

How can I forget that day, The day it all started, I was writing things on my schedule, You were looking at me with eyes pouring anger and hatred, I just had to sign that piece of paper and hand it over to you, And I did it without much delay, It wasn't totally my fault, I... Continue Reading →

A Man of Few Words

"Hold my waist!!" is what he spoke during the whole bike ride *Grabbing his waist tightly* *Acting like I was eating air and trying to overcome the oncoming wind I found that he spoke few words which were being absorbed by the helmet he wore* "What are you saying, daddy?"- I used to say with utmost... Continue Reading →

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