MEMORIES OF THE FUNNY OLD DAYS
It was the fifth time I had yawned in thirty minutes, this time, my mum threw a knock and I veered to avoid it landing on my head. "When can you ever pray for 10minutes without yawning,Devil of a boy". She said with one eye opened and the other closed, in tinged voice.
My twin sister had rested her forehead on a pillar, her position appeared a seriously praying woman....
Thursday, 16 October 2014
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