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LAST GIFT


Let me bring my things , when I see myself in a mirror I see my growth with the change of my age carrying the memories of my gifts .

We think days are passing like a snail in front of a fish in a river but the reality depends on us when you see a glass of ball which carrying all your gifts which are not grown but it capture in a frame as your memories .

Smile , as I am a boy I usually didn’t play with a emotions of a Barbie doll and never understood the feelings behind the play and the roll until i get a gift from my love all my gifts of my childhood taken a shape in a marbles and a string of rope with a nail in a wood which spin by our new gifts in my life when i count my marbles it continue with one and numbers but ends with two why it is happen I never find any such reasons because one of the shades of marbles catch me towards the gift return by do well in life another tints of marbles shines like so that we can live together.

Along with I wish to make a gift apart from to do getting gifts I started working to make gifts with all the beautiful memories of this true world with the words of without a world that time I understood the same feeling what I fell for my blesses to get the dreams of my gift .

Still i am not clear with the thought why our gifts are not grown with us I ask a question myself is my making of gift and her slogan of gift are my last gifts for everyone.

MERRY CHRISTMAS

With love all

Jadish bajantri


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Book: Shattered Sighs