He entered his room with his friends to see a butterscotch flavored cake on the table and a smile spread across his face. He blew off the candle and shared the first piece with his best friend. Silently, I left the room from behind the curtains. I did not even want him to know that the cake was from me. I just left.
I did not know what he wished for, but I knew mine and that was his happiness.
A bilingual writer, Moushmi Radhanpara has authored three poetry collections so far, namely POSIES and 03:21 AM –An Ode to Rust & Restlessness, and Resignation of an Angel. She is also scribbling an unplanned rough draft of a story as a part of NANOWRIMO 2020 and hopes that something might come out of it. She has also co-authored two books, The Lockdown Stories and Mirage so far. Her poetries can be found on her blog https://aestheticmiradh.com/ and a few other online portals. She believes in the fact that a better reader makes a better writer. Reading a 100 books a year is her latest obsession. She can be found either drunk on coffee or hiding away from everything and admiring the gorgeous sun.
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Loving and a very beautiful post.
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Thank you so much dear. I am glad you liked it.
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Aww,cute.
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Thanks a lot dear.
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Few things are better when left unsaid
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Yep. That’s true.
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This one is such a cute post.💖
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Thank you so much.
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Welcome 😊
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