Hark! The rhythm
Hark! The rhythm. The pellet drum rattles. The dance begins. The creation, the annihilation, the fleeing in-betweens, and beyond these appar...
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The sun was nearly gone. So were the last of his passengers. That was what he thought. Driving the cab at snail-pace through city’s traffi...
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He went there. Daily. Unfailingly. His conversations, Candid, Intimate. And why not! He had Inspired That iron-man, ...
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The 12 inch heel, the confident gait, The measured steps, the sudden halt, The blush on cheeks, the smoldering eyes, The hands on h...
How sweet..aren't all mothers like this? Really loved this!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Uma.
DeleteHoliday or not, life goes on as usual for moms and grandmas. Very nice :)
ReplyDeleteYes Kinley ... They work almost 24*7. Thank you so much.
DeleteNice one Ruby.
ReplyDeletePicture is tooo good
Thank you dear. An old picture from personal collection.
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