Shruti held the knife with grip in her shivering hands.
Her eyes shedding tears.
She never thought she would be doing this someday
Her mom’s voice floated from kitchen ‘slice the onion to tiny and even pieces’
Shruti held the knife with grip in her shivering hands.
Her eyes shedding tears.
She never thought she would be doing this someday
Her mom’s voice floated from kitchen ‘slice the onion to tiny and even pieces’
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WOW!
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🙂
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Good one. You write well madam.
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Thanks Ravi 🙂 You can call me Saranya 🙂
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Sure Saranya, that respect was for your writing 😊
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Thanks Ravi 🙂
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I was scared to death.
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Goooood one.
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😂😂
This brought me to tears
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hahaa… hahaa…
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