Sunday, 5 April 2015

Wished I had clicked those moments, little, lovable moments like the little unsteady steps of a toddler!Though there were painful moments too that still moisten my eyes. I think I had freed my soul from the pain but the tear drops clinging to my eyes give me away. It's not that looking back is my habit yet they enter so stealthily and unsparingly that I am left with a feeling of sad vulnerability.


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