Being a widow, she tried her best to hold him back from showering love on her.
"This won't work out. You can never see her as your own daughter." She said.
"Its not only you whom I love, my little dove. I love every single thing that makes you who YOU are. Your smile, scars, everything dear. I've always loved you. She is OUR..."
"Appa" the kid stretched out her arms.
*Appa means Father in Tamil
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PoetryA collection of my micro tales, short conversations, poems, random thoughts and yes my senseless scribbles.
