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THE UNFINISHED STORY
I stared at her big brown eyes, as she anticipated for me to complete my story. I could clearly see impatience writ all over her face. "What next?" she asks irritably. I chuckled seeing her eagerness and went on to continue my story. As the words flowed from my mouth, I could see all the emotions getting reflected in eyes, I could see her eyes twinkle in the scenes of joy, I could see her eyes getting teary, when there was a heart break, and how I wondered her eyes could speak a million things!
This was our everyday routine, after class I used to tell her different stories and she would listen to them with utmost care. And then the next day those stories were pinned on the notice board saying "written by Khushi and Arnav". How I blushed seeing our names together!
She used to give life to my words with her beautiful cursive handwriting; she used to alter my easy words into some blissful elixir. She was an elixir herself! Each day seeing my stories getting verve, I fell in love with them and the writer too!
When no one used to be around, I would quickly pin down the paper and place it my bag safely. How she complained of some thief each day, who stole our stories!
She used to give life to my words with her beautiful cursive handwriting; she used to alter my easy words into some blissful elixir. She was an elixir herself! Each day seeing my stories getting verve, I fell in love with them and the writer too!
When no one used to be around, I would quickly pin down the paper and place it my bag safely. How she complained of some thief each day, who stole our stories!
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Today as I hold those sheets in my hand and read the stories from it to my seven year old daughter Anjali, she asks, "Mom wrote these stories?" I nodded. "But who gave her ideas for writing so many stories?" she questions again, "I gave her these many ideas", I answer smiling.
"That's why God called her? So that he can tell his stories to mom and then mom would write it for him", I had no answers to her questions, so I continue reading the stories to her, only to stare at her big brown eyes that danced to emotions, just like her mother's.
"That's why God called her? So that he can tell his stories to mom and then mom would write it for him", I had no answers to her questions, so I continue reading the stories to her, only to stare at her big brown eyes that danced to emotions, just like her mother's.
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Someone asked me how long I planned on keeping you in my life...I smiled and said, " How do I choose between FOREVER and ALWAYS?"
-Manika S
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