Due to some errors in coordination, the theme was posted on Facebook group and not sent to the mailing list. Sorry guys!
From @Sneha_Mehra:
The painting was sold for a whopping Rs. 1 crore! Her happiness knew no bounds. Her accident last year, had changed her life altogether. The sorrow of losing her legs and a shattered dream of becoming an airhostess was unsurmountable. Overcoming this grief, she discovered her passion for painting. And thus, embarked a new journey of life. She had lost her legs, her dream but found a passion, a will, a purpose to live for.
From @lonelycan:
"Find me Bhaiya", echoed through the darkness - every night. Memories
of their hide and seek game tormented his dreams. Every morning he
mourned over the year old accident. Finally, he realized a way to end
this. He walked by the edge of the cliff from where she had fallen. A
deep breath - a clenched fist - a wide leap, there she was! Arms wide
open - benevolent smile - deep round eyes. "Found you!", he cried out
loud.
From @Sneha_Mehra:
The museum director was being interrogated. “As I entered the hallway, I saw the broken window of the tiara room. Unlocking the door, I entered only to find the tiara missing” Detective Ben observed the room from outside. He smiled since he’d found the culprit. Entering the room he said, “Mr. Paul, you should’ve really broken the window from outside! Now, guide us to the place you’ve hidden it.”
From @crazyandhow:
Tensed. He frantically looked the chair. No. Table. No. Around the bed, somewhere between the sheet. No.
That moment, it was the most important thing in the world for him. How would he even survive?
How could he lose it. He was on the verge of bursting into tears. Looked again.
There it was! oh yes. My sweet. My precious. Crawled; an year old Rahil, picked up the cheeto from the dirty corner and enjoyed its last bite. Yum!
From @Sneha_Mehra:
The painting was sold for a whopping Rs. 1 crore! Her happiness knew no bounds. Her accident last year, had changed her life altogether. The sorrow of losing her legs and a shattered dream of becoming an airhostess was unsurmountable. Overcoming this grief, she discovered her passion for painting. And thus, embarked a new journey of life. She had lost her legs, her dream but found a passion, a will, a purpose to live for.
From @lonelycan:
"Find me Bhaiya", echoed through the darkness - every night. Memories
of their hide and seek game tormented his dreams. Every morning he
mourned over the year old accident. Finally, he realized a way to end
this. He walked by the edge of the cliff from where she had fallen. A
deep breath - a clenched fist - a wide leap, there she was! Arms wide
open - benevolent smile - deep round eyes. "Found you!", he cried out
loud.
From @Sneha_Mehra:
The museum director was being interrogated. “As I entered the hallway, I saw the broken window of the tiara room. Unlocking the door, I entered only to find the tiara missing” Detective Ben observed the room from outside. He smiled since he’d found the culprit. Entering the room he said, “Mr. Paul, you should’ve really broken the window from outside! Now, guide us to the place you’ve hidden it.”
From @crazyandhow:
Tensed. He frantically looked the chair. No. Table. No. Around the bed, somewhere between the sheet. No.
That moment, it was the most important thing in the world for him. How would he even survive?
How could he lose it. He was on the verge of bursting into tears. Looked again.
There it was! oh yes. My sweet. My precious. Crawled; an year old Rahil, picked up the cheeto from the dirty corner and enjoyed its last bite. Yum!
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