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Tonight I bade him a good bye, probably the coldest wishes that a son can bid to his father under this blue Autumn sky.. We both suffer from the Male Chauvinism, and thats why we miss the cute little thing called -Hug,which can melt the ice of even the Himalayas and can meet the Sea. I wish I could say that there are more to hear than what meets his ears from the words that I carefully choose for him and the cold shoulders I give him in his hours of need. May be I will never understand how does it feel being at the other side but this much is true that this sacrifice of holding back and hiding the emotions will end one day out of the blue.
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Sep 26, 2013
Sep 26, 2013 at 2:24 PM UTC
Father and Son
Tonight I bade him a good bye, probably the coldest wishes that a son can bid to his father under this blue Autumn sky.. We both suffer from the Male Chauvinism, and thats why we miss the cute little thing called -Hug,which can melt the ice of even the Himalayas and can meet the Sea. I wish I could say that there are more to hear than what meets his ears from the words that I carefully choose for him and the cold shoulders I give him in his hours of need. May be I will never understand how does it feel being at the other side but this much is true that this sacrifice of holding back and hiding the emotions will end one day out of the blue.
Something's in the way...
mizanur-rahaman
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Sep 26, 2013
Sep 26, 2013 at 2:24 PM UTC
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