Father and Daughter
The older she got
The younger he became
Every time he saw her
She reminded him of his mother
How she learnt to mould the world
Not only in kitchen but for the eyes of sterotype society
A father and a daughter finally learnt the art of roti making
The lowest point in my life has taught me the value of a true friend
Many have left me when I failed and had nothing to offer.
But my best friend made sure I never looked down on myself
Always was there by my side
Distance came in the way
As daily calls made me feel safe
He was the reason
Why I call myself alive in a world that is already dead
It was there first anniversary
Both of them were staring into each other’s eyes.
The first one to blink had to do dishes for a year
Well the night ended with both of them falling in love for eachother all over again
Well that’s a another story how the dishes got cleaned with rock paper scissors every night.
Our life’s are nothing but paintings on the largest canvas called the universe. We are all game pieces stuck in the same snakes and ladder games. We are all interconnected in some ways. Some die in the process and some are born again. While most of us are stuck in the bend of doubt to do what next. Life ah???Wondered how small we are against the fancination of amazement of 𝚞𝚗𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚜 us and yet motivates us for a life worth fighting for.
A little something to reflect and connect too.Happy reading people!!!