I waited for my father to arrive, When he was home I tapped on the board three times and it opened again. When we were going inside we saw a paper and on it was written….
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The trek began. It was really hard, to balance on heels but I knew my father was facing the hardest because he was bearing most of my balance and his own. At first, I slipped a little but then I got a little hang of it and gathered all my courage and continued. The hill was not only steep, but slippery too. When we were nearly halfway through, I took a small break as I twisted my ankle on the way.
It was love at first sight for me. The journey has been epic and beautiful, I watched him sleep, outgrow those tiny clothes, heard him babble and always waited to return home to spend time with him.
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Shranya Goel shares her version of Mahabharata in verse.
Let me tell you a secret, my mom is petrified of dogs and unlike my mom I am a brave girl. I am only a little scared of dogs. So let me tell you a short story about a dog who I was never scared of, my dearest friend Mithu.