In a small town, in another age, there lived a girl, with a fiery outlook and crazy curls.
She jumped and hopped and screamed and shouted and laughed a crazy laugh. Such was her life.
Everyone had to say a lot about her, but most of the time, the one word they chose for her was 'Bubbly'.
They all thought she would live like that! a big happy life. In their defense, there was no reason to think otherwise.
Growing up she learnt a lot of lessons.
Lessons of forgiving.
Lessons of loving.
Lessons of being the bigger person.
Until she met a boy.
Who she couldn't forgive, who she couldn't stop loving and who took away the bigger-ness from her.
But somehow the jumps got higher, the hopping became bouncier, the screaming got screech-ier, the shouting became more frequent, and the laughs became louder.
...and people continued believing that she was 'bubbly'.
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Really wish everything turns out well for the girl.
To put it succintly: I love your writing <3
=)
Woh yaad hai aisi posts kay baad kya hota hai!!!
thoth: she wishes for the same :)
Marina: awwww man...*cheesy toothy smile follows*
Thanksss a lot :)
Jazib: Kia hota hay?
Aab yeh bhi mein yaad karaoun!!!
aray baba, batao na!
"In a small town, in another age, there lived a girl, with a fiery outlook and crazy curls."
I love this line.
Also, thanks to you, I read so much un-implied innuendo in this post. But I'm too much of a gentleman to actually point it out.
-P1
Yo sheikh!
You ....*points a finger*...hahhahah...You are evil...*toobah toobah*...what innuendo... there are none...
I totally proofread it and there are none!
No,nopes,dada
email me though. i'm curious =D
Annie, muhjey kuchh aisa lag rahaa hai ki aap kaheen aap beetee toh nahee likh rahey?
Balvinder ji,
Her lafz, her jumla, aik na aik terha say aap beetee he hota hay :)
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