"mom, I need this makeup palette" i asked my mother with a puppy look. She sat beside me to take a look on my wishlist. "4k! that's pretty expensive han!" she said raising one eyebrow to me. "mom please i have to buy a book too, or i would have bought it by myself, mom pleeeeeeeease" i tried one more time. She gave me a stop this emotional torture look. "please" i know this gonna work. "only if you promise no more orders this month" she replied. I gave her my best smile, "annnnnhhh!!!! I love you mamma" i kissed her cheek.
"hey Bulbul ! Wanna hangout?" asked Prakash standing on the door. "No, i don't hang out with jerks" i replied rudely and went back to my laptop. "What's the matter? a big fight or something?" mom asked me. "He is a real jerk mamma, i don't wanna hang out with him" i replied in a sad voice. "that's all right baby" she said hugging me tight. "coffee?" she offered. I smiled at her, yeah! i need a coffee this moment.
My eyes popped open, my heart racing like a horse, pin drop silence around, i can literally hear my own breath. It took me good 40 seconds to understand the real situation. I let a sigh, grabbing the photo frame from the bed stand i got up. I started stepping to the garden . Sitting on the grass i looked at the frame, my beautiful smiling mother! A small smile arched on my lips. I lied my cheek on the fame "i wish i could live my dream a bit more" a teardrop fell on the frame. "I love you mamma" i said kissing the frame.
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