It was one month and thirteen days past in the year.
I can still clearly remember.
He was there, walking out of that store;
He was carrying the normal bunch of flowers: red shiny glowing roses.
Each petal of those shimmering splendid roses captivated his glow to show his affection to those eyes waiting for him outside.
It was a part of the theater, a mesmerizing moment as he laid those flowers to the hands of those beautiful eyes.
He was thankful; at last he had conquered the world.
As they walked hand in hand toward the horizon, their eyes fixed towards each other, unmindful of the deluge of people peeping them, they succumbed to a never unending bliss. A bliss that unifies both of eternal damnation for its was not meant to be.
I did not saw mommy kissing santa claus last night, what i saw was my sister kissing Zuma in delight.
part of narration of Ding in his new unpublished upcoming book: the tales of ding and his magic baton
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