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my dad and my velvet jacket-photoscript

my dad and my velvet jacket-photoscript

oh lovely little family, mom was always beautiful and graceful, steady and dignified, lovely and comely, she is having Pedda in her lap, and aunty was there behind me, she was one of the members of our family she came to our home when she was 9 years old, we were in Madras at that time . she was my best friend always, we both used to play , quarrel all the time. yet we never could be away from each other, i was allways her pet, and she is my heroin, we both used to spen time together chit chating and playing. and here is my dad, my hero, the great one, i was so happy all the time to be with him i sat cozily beside him , he was giving instructions to the photographer, and i leaned upon him a little, actullly i was sitting on the edges of the two chairs on which my dad and mom sat, my dad while he was talking to the photographer, he was finguring on my velvet jacket, i sat quietly,and without any movement, fearing if i move he may stop that finger to move on my jacket. i liked the way he touches the velvet of the jacket of mine. it was so secure, and comfortable, i liked the way dad always takes care of me… i miss him so much now, oh why and why i lost him before i returned all that love he had given me, i am regretting .. now .. but no use….
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LeelaMalaka

Hello All! I am a retired Lecturer, Former Air Hostesses, and a writer. I love to share MY STORIES, WITH MY GOD.

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