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Hola DABH-Ians, 🤗
It's me Wo Wo Wo Mein Aapka Sooraj.😃. Jee Han.. I can walk/talk/dream in English. Today I decided to share my childhood interaction with my beloved little Angel SandhyaG..☺️.
In the eighth grade there was a little girl I knew, hair pulled back, tied with a bow, she was dressed like a doll from head to toe.Her name was Sandhya; She had a lovely smile, and spoke so sweetly, she was a dear friend to me.⭐️.
We met one day, at school, while I was feeling very lonely, standing in the school yard, thinking I was menial. She appeared suddenly alongside me, she asked if I wanted to be her friend, so pleasantly.😲.
She was so attractive wearing her flounced light blue and white dress, I thought why would she wanna play with me, I'm a mess.😕.
I was so amazed, she was so unexpected, and I gleefully smiled her way and accepted.😃.
From that day forward, each day at school, we played together every recess thru. We walked the painted lines, on the asphalt, as if they're tight wires; we looked like we're little jet fliers.
She always looked exactly the same, to ask her why, there was no intend.😒.
We sat close together in class, talking to each other every instance.☺️
She whispered sweetly that I shouldn't talk, but I took no heed without a thought.😆.
Then one day Sandhya suggested we should decorate our desks with plants.
When I came at home I dug some plants up with my hands, to pot them was my plan. I brought them to school, thinking they made our desks look so cool.😎.
A day later the teacher shifted them to a windowsill.
He was afraid they might make me sick.😔.
He recognized that the flora, cryptic green leaves, with little thorns, and dark purple berries was deadly Belladonna. The plant was so deadly that just touching them could make you deathly sick, especially if you're nicked.😒.
The teacher asked me why I carried them to class, and why did I have 2 plants.❓.
I pointed to Sandhya' desk and said we wanted to make our desks beautiful.❤️.
He replied:- Sandhya who? There is no one sitting there next to you..
I looked around to see where she'd gone, but she wasn't anywhere, I abruptly was in despair. Tearfully, I kept insisting she was my friend and asked when will she be back again?.
Moral of the story:- Life isn't only what you can see, touch, smell, hear or taste. Spirits and angels live among us all the time.😃.
P.S:- Just a small attempt to write an OS. No one ever write OS on SoorYa childhood till now so I thought to give it a shot. Apologies in advance if it's not leave up to your expectations.😳.
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