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Fruit Nut Special Bread.

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Breads are favourites with generations,

They have been a part of our breakfasts,

Tiffins, evening snacks and of our daily routine,

Since time immemorial.

Just a few days backs,

I was in for a surprise.

Ma had made two loaves of bread,

And the whole kitchen was stemming with the smell of freshly baked bread.

Soon Ma gave me four slices of that fresh bread to eat.

The moment I took a bite,

I had gone to wonderland.

There was tooty-frooty in it,

They sweeten up the bread,

And Ma had also added broken cashews and almonds in it.

And the baking had been done to perfection,

I had the bread in the morning with milk,

And with tea in the evening.

As I was keeping the plate, I said-“Ma the bread tastes delicious, can I have it again?”

Ma-“Yes, you can till the time these two loaves get over.”

I-“No, no I mean can I have them after these two loaves get over?”

Ma laughed and said “Yes, I will make them again for you.”

I-“When Ma?”

Ma-“The next week.”

I shouted-“Yes!”

And gave Ma a kiss,

And danced around the house in jubilation.

Adios!

Ma has promised to make it again.

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Fastening The Screw.

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Fastening the screw,

With a flower and love,

The screw became tight,

And couldn’t be loosened.

The screw was of healing,

Which needed to be installed,

And the healing came through,

And it was bliss and truthful.

The pain melted away,

Knowing that it wouldn’t last,

The screw is permanently fixed,

And the love within has grown manifolds.

Adios!

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Few Cut Out.

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Few cut outs,

Were layed on a table.

They were of an elephant,

A giraffe,

A lion,

And a gazelle.

The kid to whom all the cut outs belonged to was making a scrap book,

Which would contain all his favourite animals and birds.

The scrapbook had twenty pages in all,

Which with few more collections,

Would be complete.

Next time the boy would buy a scrapbook,

Of more than forty pages,

Hope he fills it with more beautiful collections.

Adios!

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Whiff Of A Perfume Ehm…Errr Of A Sanitizer.

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I passed a place,

Where many people go on a daily basis,

There was a whiff,

A strong one,

Of a perfume.

In these days,

Where people are having to wear a mask,

Who would load themselves with such a heavy perfume?

I came back home,

And sanitized my hands,

The smell of the sanitizer was same with that of the whiff of the perfume which had got.

Then I realized that whoever had sprinkled himself/ herself with perfume,

Might have sprayed or applied himself or herself with a sanitizer,

And not with a perfume.

With every passing day,

Sanitizers are evolving,

Soon they might be available in diamond flasks,

Which only people with tough dough would be able to buy.

And those sanitizers would be kept safe in bank lockers.

People are having a hard time managing their families.

And there are some people,

Having a bath with sanitizer.

That horrible smell makes one feel that not one but two or three masks should be worn for protection from that truly mind blowing smell.

Adios!