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Apr 2016
That day turned out to be the most beautiful day for her to cherish...
Her pale face had finally got a reason to smile..
Swinging with amusement in her semi stitched rags..
She was utterly colored with the rainbow for a while..

The pocket she had, could feel the coins jingling..
*It was like the first shower of rain falling on the land of her heart..
Finally, She could answer her 'a week old' hunger..
Someone pitied her poor hands and gave her life a short lived start..
A normal person encounters every range of happiness everyday.
But can we ever estimate the degree of happiness of those unfortunate yet hopefully blessed people who encounter it rarely..Yes they do get to have it and they welcome it with every bit of heart they beat ..
Stuti Tripathi
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Stuti Tripathi  Mumbai, India
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