Once upon a time a little chubby girl lived beside a river in her small little hut just like her.


There she would eat,play,read,cry,sleep and admire the moon with her beautiful miserable eyes.


Her life was good but she was somewhat stuck inside the storms of her brain.


One day a handsome looking young man came to her hut with his injured chest. She wrapped a long piece of her cloth around his wound.


The man became healthy again and after some days he left her to follow the path of life.


The girl would now always look outside of her to see if any injured person might come to her hut.


She waited and waited but never succeeded.


And at the last on her grave someone placed a bouquet of roses. It was that man he had lost his one eye, all fingers of his one hand, his one leg.


He would daily visit her grave hoping she might come to life again.


One day when he was sitting beside her grave a little bubbly girl came running towards him while laughing.


She said with a cheerful smile,'Isn't this is the grave of your mother papa.'


As the wind combed his hair, he nodded with a smile on his face.
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