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 To play passably...no big was the lawn.... Hardly did it matter  be it dusk or the dawn... The skills of our tiny hands amazes me till date .... for they weaved a bond of everlasting love and  all thanks to my fate ... When I let my heart to open the box full of Memories  I no longer long anything but for our same old stories.... The bruises of this brutal world are suddenly dwarfed...   Come what what may, our love can't be morphed.... As we traverse together from childhood to this day.... My eyes melts into teardrops.... No surprises, this thread just just refuses to fray..... Love ful fights and hateful care are still our constants... That they dries up all your sorrows  Wish my prayers are bestowed with just enough strength....                                                 Amita Joshi