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She embraced the picture to her chest, a small smile playing on her lips. The handsome and sophisticated man was all hers...she had known it from the very first moment she had laid her eyes on him. A laugh escaped her. To think that they could get the better of her...well they were several pages of the book of her life that only she was privy to. They had always read only the chapters she had allowed them to. Her life , for the most part, was still a dark secret ..that she shared with no one. : least of all Kamala. From childhood, she had always been that way, covering her manipulative skills under the cloak of sweetness. It had always yielded her rich dividends. So why should she change track now? She would continue the game, playing her cards close to her chest...and she would win. In the name of friendship, she would twirl him round her fingers...till he had no thoughts of anyone else
Elsewhere, tears ran down her cheeks. It seem to come so easily these days. She reminisced of the past, the sweet memories that gave a meaning to her fruitless existence...it was her love that carried her through each day. With each setting sun, she came closer to being with him again, to reliving those magical moments. For there was no doubt in her mind that they would not be together. They were meant to be and she knew that no force in this universe would keep them apart, should they decide they had to be together
The angel above looked down on the two girls and smiled. Both had been dropped on Earth on the same day. They had been nourished by the same soil. One had even been given more than her share. Yet despite the same garden in which they had been planted, how different they had turned out to be..one was like a rose , but once you were caught unaware by the beauty , the thorns would prick and draw blood out of you. ...with the prettiness came exquisite pain. The other was simple, no show...a colourful balsam which was revered enough to be placed at the feet of the Almighty. A humble offering, no doubt , yet one of love and purity.
What would their futures be, she wondered? Would the man be able to see through the facade of the rose and return to the fragrant balsam...well,she looked up and uttered a silent prayer to her master...at least she was clear, whom she wanted .
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