It was raining heavily. I needed a shelter, the book shop looked inviting. There he was seated at a corner-the imperfect boy with a perfect smile. He looked up at me and gave me a smile . I lost myself- the tears got a life of their own-it helped that my cheeks and face were wet already. A life of 5 summers spent without coordination-they call it Neuro Muscular Disorder - I call it God’s Mirthless Humour.........
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touching!
Yups -our imperfect world
Yups -our imperfect world
Yups -our imperfect world
Dejavu :), I had though a lot about imperfections, and how most of the people are not attracted to it, and how I am.
I am not so sure, you like imperfections too, just that people dont accept that there can be something other than black or white.
Feels good to read your blog.
Hi Rambler- Thanks for visiting my page....We all have imperfections- and its all in the mind...Am glad u can see the bigger picture.....
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