The Sunshine
She walked.. She glided.. Bringing sunshine wherever she went.. Be it plains of Delhi or hills of Nainital
Seldom she blushed... But when she did.. It shone like the sunshine on a sad gloomy day..
Her love was'nt like the mushy mushy eyelash battling bimbo.. It was the love of a woman which was a strength.. Like a protective armour.. Like a sacrifice.. As pure as a fire..Like a strong bond..like a blessing and when she loved which she did always .. Even the stoniest hearts melted..
She was the sunshine
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