saima if u write ur ff in hindi ,spanish, urdu, arabic anything i will b there 2 read it.......u kno wat dear...honestly...im not lieing bt it did occured 2 me once ..tat every1 is writng a ff n i seriously was thnkg abt u dear....y doesnt saima write???...u wudnt believe it bt i hve answers 2 it ...i always admired n appreciated ur writeups, n creativity...infact the poetry tat u hve writtn abt prc 2 sanyo was a masterpiece.. n various discussions tat we used 2 hve on episodes ... i just loved ur comments n views...smehow i feel many of my views r similar 2 urs n megha ...thy hve been times wat i always wnted 2 write u used 2 comment it wid my xact thoughts!!! i simply adore passionate writers like u all...every1s ffs is quite diff n very entertaining !!!
so coming bac 2 ur ff... wat i liked...inshort everythg...
as megha said u described each n every line beautifully...the sindoor pot tat u ve written is one of the beautiful lines
it represented and everything she had gone through to obtain it.
small intricate details wid meanngs n feelings mke it worthwhile 2 read....tis line ws the beginning n it jus touched my heart!
Moving towards the other bed in the room the girl was anxious to see the little face that had made her smile from the day that she had come into the world 3 and half years earlier.
i cud identify wid tis so much......i can relate 2 her as how she must hve felt!so sweet!
Hearing her name, Sanyogita turned to see her husband standing in the door way, with one other addition around his neck
aww prc n nandini!!!i luv the duo...she is daddys gal!!!sanyo will be in trouble 4 sure if she is badly pampered by prc!
i luved the way u hve given the simple narration n it luks mre realistic,refreshing...pls do conitnue saima!pls