She πŸ’

Because it’s my mom’s birthday today…❀

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On some days she is the rain,

On some days, she becomes your sunshine,

On some days, she is a myriad of emotions,

On some days she is bereft, of expression​s,

On some days she is a handful, claiming your attention,

On some days she remains silent, anxious with apprehension,

On some days she charms you, with her lilting laughter,

On some days she captivates you, with the fierceness of a warrior…
She becomes everything there is and beyond –  you wouldn’t want to assess her capacity,

For, she decides, she defines, what she chooses to be!

Author: Annapurani Vaidyanathan

I hoard books for a living. And read them too, when I am not sleeping. I express what I think, so my unheard feelings don't sink. I like to sing when I walk, to keep shades grey, at bay. I speak like a dork, but I don't want to drive anyone away. I write what's real, and nothing fake, so visit my blog whenever you need a break ;)

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