We shared food,water and air and nothing more than that, one
more combo “paining laughter “ with its birth from lower stomach “truly inward”
but not just from our curvy lips .Should
I name it as visit to guest house ,might be a foreign term if I use it.Though
its not my floor,my bed ,my couch I felt the feel of my own which I missed for a long time. Iam
evolving,eradicated the feel of single home
existing in one corner of the
world.I can rephrase it carrying a
homely feel in my backpack, which gets unfolded wherever the condition
prevails. I cherish these moments as riches and royal couches are not my choice
of instruments to trigger happiness,rolling laughter sharing the ease with
plain water and pickle is also my genre of joy,I mean one facet of my true joy.
PS:cheers for sugy sis,Ashi Machan(jhijhu) and Subha for bringing the inner notion to the outward blog.
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