When I was sitting at the
The NRI doctor and his Dutch wife have adopted a son, may be almost 30 years back from a place in
Be not, faint of heart, and grieve not:
for you are bound to rise high
if you open your heart to believe!
The Quran.
The morning after I reached home, I was trying to save my cheeks from kisses! When I couldn’t escape those few, I tried recovering my skin with salt-water! Surprisingly, another aunt of mine was worried about something else than k(p)issing me.
Reason: The Orphanage (Just opposite our old residence) has denied giving her friend the baby they chose earlier. Shucks! Well not this, even disgusting was, apparently… they offered them a different baby who was mal-nourished. “Sister superior is such a b*****, she thinks my friend is a fool? She exactly remembers the baby, her husband too,” told my aunt. After all they are buying ‘something’… why not settling for perfection?
Just when I was trying to understand "Emotion" as the most worthless of English dictionary. I knew "perfection" was picking up. Who can laugh at the sky?
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