Fragrance of her soul,
A rainstorm in the desert,
Quenches all my thirst.
A rainstorm in the desert,
Quenches all my thirst.
Inspired by the prompt at
A Tug Called India
A Tug Called India A quiet tribute to the Tricolor, capturing the deep, instinctive bond between India and the heart of its people. Wherever...
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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...
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It was her umpteenth shift in that cramped bus on a Monday morning. She had hoped to avoid the digging arms and elbows. But to no avail. ...
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“ Chubby cheeks, dimple chin, Rosy lips, teeth within, Curly hair, very fair, Eyes are blue, lovely too. Daddy’s pet, is that you? ” ...
so fragrant......:)...loved it....read mine here....http://istoppedtosmellarose.blogspot.com/2015/10/birth-of-storm.html
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Sunaina
DeleteThis seems so romantic to me...love it! ♥
ReplyDeleteThank you Kathy.
DeleteBeautiful !
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Milan
DeleteOn how sweet! <3
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Harini.
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