He was already late. Everyone was dressed in clean whites.
He could barely hear the coach.
One day he will play like his Idol “Sachin”. The mere thought brought a smile to his face.
With his small hands he picked up the gunny bag and headed to clean up the next bin.
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An optimist.
MBA (Something i never thought i will do in life), Computer Science Engineer (I wanted to do this yes :P).
Current passion: Salsa, Ballroom dancing, Guitar and photography. Passionate about cricket, really passionate :P. Love creating cartoon sketches when idle (i posted one here)
Have a view on relationships, like to say things through poetry at times, at times through photos.
This blog is an attempt to silently express, things that matter to me.
Aww.. touching.. and sad
Yes, it is Kriti. These kids need right opportunity and guidance
So sad yet so true
Yepp Neha
Nice singular moment. I think I’ll try this writing idea…thanks for the inspiration!
Welcome to the blog papa2hapa, yes do try
I really like this one…