Kiss Day, 2017!
13th February, 2017 
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Kiss Day
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"Mumma, have you ever experienced magic?" A li'l Samiha asked her ever so beautiful mother, Inayat.
"Umm, yes I have." Her mother told her, while she continued colouring the wizard in her colouring book.
"Who was the magician, mumma? When did you see it? Why didn't you take me?" She argued, her face sulking with disappointment as if a flower had just lost it's fragrance, an ocean it's water and the sky it's stars.
"I was very young Samiha, like 17 years old. That's when I first met the magician." Inayat told her, while the curve of memories carved it's way on her face.
Samiha went busy again, while nostalgia struck Inayat right through the air. She left to room to her favourite place, the balcony. On the top of 21st floor, the wind blowing through her hair brought along memories of the moment when she felt magic exist, for the very first time.
It wasn't a perfect day, the rain had spoilt her dress completely, and so did her hair. She regretted her decision of challenging the weather which has been ever so changing. The frustration building up in her made her feel more angry with every passing minute. Over which, the reason why she was there was already late. Her reason, her Shaan.
As he came by right in front of her, she started walking away, but gesturing his ever so charming smile and a sorry, he caught hold of her. She couldn't resist him, neither could she hold anger towards him, so she smiled back, yet the shower of heaven left behind a trail of raindrops resting on her ever so flawless skin.
Inayat was instantly cautious, because the moment his eyes fell on her, she was nervous, nervous about how she even looked.
As she was yet to get back in her composure, Shaan leaned towards her. The pitter patter of the rain fell silent to her, all of a sudden, so did the melody of the blowing wind and the sound of the cooing of the birds.
She could feel his breathe right against her lips, while she lowered her eyes. She didn't know when, how and under which spell, she felt 'magic'.
"Mumma.." Samiha called out to her for the third time, while she put up the wizard which she coloured, blue - black and the million colours she had always love.
"It's really pretty, Samiha, it's beautiful princess, just like you." Inayat kissed her on her forehead. While Samiha ran back to her room, only to stop midway.
"Mumma..."
"Yes Samiha!" Inayat smiled back at her innocence.
"What did you do when you met the magician, mumma?" She asked out of her sheer innocence.
Inayat smiled back at her and said, "Mumma, married him Samiha, your daddy is mumma's magician."
Just then, Shaan entered the place, and the magic of smiles and love was casted yet again.
☺Kiss Day
❤️"Mumma, have you ever experienced magic?" A li'l Samiha asked her ever so beautiful mother, Inayat.
"Umm, yes I have." Her mother told her, while she continued colouring the wizard in her colouring book.
"Who was the magician, mumma? When did you see it? Why didn't you take me?" She argued, her face sulking with disappointment as if a flower had just lost it's fragrance, an ocean it's water and the sky it's stars.
"I was very young Samiha, like 17 years old. That's when I first met the magician." Inayat told her, while the curve of memories carved it's way on her face.
Samiha went busy again, while nostalgia struck Inayat right through the air. She left to room to her favourite place, the balcony. On the top of 21st floor, the wind blowing through her hair brought along memories of the moment when she felt magic exist, for the very first time.
It wasn't a perfect day, the rain had spoilt her dress completely, and so did her hair. She regretted her decision of challenging the weather which has been ever so changing. The frustration building up in her made her feel more angry with every passing minute. Over which, the reason why she was there was already late. Her reason, her Shaan.
As he came by right in front of her, she started walking away, but gesturing his ever so charming smile and a sorry, he caught hold of her. She couldn't resist him, neither could she hold anger towards him, so she smiled back, yet the shower of heaven left behind a trail of raindrops resting on her ever so flawless skin.
Inayat was instantly cautious, because the moment his eyes fell on her, she was nervous, nervous about how she even looked.
As she was yet to get back in her composure, Shaan leaned towards her. The pitter patter of the rain fell silent to her, all of a sudden, so did the melody of the blowing wind and the sound of the cooing of the birds.
She could feel his breathe right against her lips, while she lowered her eyes. She didn't know when, how and under which spell, she felt 'magic'.
"Mumma.." Samiha called out to her for the third time, while she put up the wizard which she coloured, blue - black and the million colours she had always love.
"It's really pretty, Samiha, it's beautiful princess, just like you." Inayat kissed her on her forehead. While Samiha ran back to her room, only to stop midway.
"Mumma..."
"Yes Samiha!" Inayat smiled back at her innocence.
"What did you do when you met the magician, mumma?" She asked out of her sheer innocence.
Inayat smiled back at her and said, "Mumma, married him Samiha, your daddy is mumma's magician."
Just then, Shaan entered the place, and the magic of smiles and love was casted yet again.
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