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@manna....im gona celebrate halloween by watching KK turn in to a dirver😆

@K

hey buddies.........

Helllllllllllllllllloooooooo 🤗

just dropped in to say hi....now m off so bbbyyeee 😆

aaj koi nahiin hai😭.
Jaago Addains pyaare jaagooooooooooo

Hello Sanaa, Sam and Prinnia 🤗🤗🤗


You have your brush,
you have your colors,
you paint paradise,
then in you go."

Nikos Kazantzakis

I have some time before I get back to my work. Here is something that I would like to share:

"An idea is not a story. A first draft is not a story. A moral is not a story. A character is not a story. A theme is not a story. A plot -now, that's a story!"

The writer goes on to say that the "plot does not exist, and they can't be shopped for or ordered online. They are coaxed into being. They develop. They grow in the course of the writing."

The abeyance was finally over when the court declared it's verdict and it has gone in favor of the diagnostician.

"Why wouldn't it? After all I hired the most famous and skilled lawyer of the country. I had money and power on my side, so justice was served to me" he thought to himself with a grin on face.

He really does not understand the whole point of this case. Yeah so he made a mistake while diagnosing of that boy. It was not his fault that the boy died because of wrong treatment. It was just a mistake. He is a doctor not God. He can't be right all the time. Why can't people just understand this simple thing. He wondered while driving back to his home.

Not very far away another man was sitting on a promontory. The waves were touching his feet softly as if they were trying to console his shattered heart. He wanted to cry but could not. Today he has lost everything. After the sudden death of his wife, all he was left with was his son. He remembered the day when the doctor said his poor little boy was suffering from lung cancer. He tried his level best, he sold all he had to collect money for his son's medicine. Little did he know, all his efforts were taking his son even closer to his death.

He could visualize the headline of tomorrow's newspaper. Famous diagnostician, discharged with honor. Ironically a few days ago they were the one publishing animadversion against the doctor. From tomorrow everything will change. He knew he couldn't have his son back. All he wanted was justice, so that no other parent goes through the same pain he went through but he has lost.

He did not want to think anymore. So, he got lost in his sweet memories. Memories in which he is paying the cornet to his little son and wife

Nafy: Awesome, me in awe of your rich imagination... you need to seriously start writing stories... 👏👏👏

@an thank u 😳 u r the one who inspired me to write so thanks 🤗🤗🤗
can u tell me the pg number of ur post. i just hit the like button then but didnt read it. wanna read it now. but cant find it.