Having a plate of rice in the hand i went running around the house to watch out to you..to adore you feel your presence in search of the beautiful moments..to cherish them all once again.
the wet sand fragrance the romantic atmosphere. the baby fingers dancing clockwise to catch you to play with those sprinkling to their faces..woah woah...feels so afresh..no not me..not as yet though.!
had i not experienced that failure i would have felt every single drop of your love. yeah may be because you make us all alive or may be you give a new hope with your every drop of love..first rains of the season. with you wake up a million dreams and crash a dozen though with a tint of hope again. with roaring so loud roaring so proud bring a revolution and a resolution. not a hope now but a will. a will to fight back the odds and crack the winners gate..
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