The corridor of my life welcomes this unsung tune every now and then. The playful child calls on when invited, plays and runs around. Her giggles slip in my room through the closed door. She peeps at my naked being often through the window and vanishes even before I begin to think of the pleasant intrusion. Clad in lives I have never lived, I swiftly run for the door.
this is some honour for me. hearty thanks!
loved that post. loved it when i read it first time, was thinking will reblog it from my story blog then changed the mind.
it made my blog look beautiful.
awww….you are really kind with words!
appreciate it. feel so happy!
thanks!
i dont know about the “kind/sweet” part but they are straight from heart and honest.
i am glad that you did not disapproved my using your post to add some glamour to my blog.