Sunday O Sunday! How I wish it was everyday. I reluctantly open my eyes, the clock strikes eleven and the Sun shines the brightest. I wouldn't worry waking early and hitting the treadmill. All I have to worry is burning the extra calories eating ice cream yet I merrily relax. That's my perfect Sunday Treat.

Salaam sir, he saluted reluctantly as his boss's car entered the huge gate at the first day of his job.

He remembered the days of glory when he drove big cars and others welcomed him with a Namaste. A signature, the bond of surety he made, trusting a friend was the lesson of his lifetime.


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The day I touched and held you, you have shown the world. In love with your beauty, I bow to the one who made you!

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Thankfully, those who created me gave less strength, I can rest when I want to. Hope they never find a medicine for this and I can enjoy my sweet nap.

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He looked at the old mansion last time with sadness, handing over to its new landlord; who cheered with happiness on the deal. His memories in the mansion, seeing his children grow would be remembered and never forgotten. He wanted togetherness while the sons wanted separation.

He lost his home while they found a house.



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