Prologue
Sometimes some relations are self made. Sometimes , some things appear to be virtual they are just like the mirage to your eyes..but the truth is that they always hold something that makes the feeling of being loved prominent …
Godji loves me , the little girl looked at the portrait hung in her room she was looking at the room that was looking quite girly..it was all pink ..pink and white curtains.. teddies and dolls all around .. the pink cushions and a princess sleeping on the bed..the way she was looking with her curls teasing her rosy cheeks..she was looking like a delicious apple her eyes were closed submerged in the dreams that she wanted to appear it in front of her.. her hands were holding a picture that was very close to her , the small smile playing on her lips was evidence that she was wishing something from godji…
Sometime after the dawn she got disturbed and cuddled more to her pillow and tried to hug her pillow but nothing was helping her she was looking like a cute Barbie doll..her shirt slightly up from her waist while the teddies pjs she was wearing was making her look adorable …
A man in his late forties came and kissed her forehead … She snuggled close to her teddies clutching her photo frame close to herself like protecting that only memory from the mean world … The man looked at her and kissed her forehead waiting for her to open her eyes…
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It was again early morning as he opened the pink envelope he couldn’t help but that smell of roses made him smile…who can say that the rough and tough Maan Singh Khurana can wait for someone’s letter so desperately..he looked at the little hearts that was drawn today.. he softly kissed the envelope and opened the same with so much patience without even tearing the paper in the process … there he got today the three hundredth letter …The letter said
My Dear God,
Today i passed my graduation with distinction.I thought i cant pass it but god ur encouragement gave me hope.I know that my family encourages me but whatever they do i cant give self-encouragement.Am not that practised but still ur strength made me pass.Thank u soooooooooo much god *smooches*(For Maan was embarassed..he composed and continued)Today pinky was flustered as she was called as hippo.How come she becomes flustered when people see a pink hippo munching chips always?(A small smile crept on his M shaped lips)Do u know god today i got to know how to use the bubble spray!(Maan racked his brain,what is bubble spray and he read further)Dont u know what is bubble spray?I’ll tell u.It is a type of spray in which soap water will be filled and blew it to get soap bubble…that’s bubble spray!(reading this Maan smiled thinking how much she’s innocent)I want to tell u something god……
srirluvsmaaneet 