She is now a year old and she has got so much more beautiful since the last time I saw her. She was sleeping on the bed with her hands and legs spread at angles.Her fists clenched and the breeze from the fan stroking her gently on her hair. She was sleeping as if she had no fear or pain in the world. A Purity that belonged to God, Vivian Richards and Pink Floyd. She stirred for second and I held my breath.But then, she went back to sleep again.
If there is a battle I would fight, it should be for people like her. I will set for her an example, that life is all about dreaming. Being matured does not mean losing out on humour. She should grow up to be fearless. I will fight them till I die. Till the last breath in me, I will not allow them to win the battle.
Happy Birthday... NEHA... This is your loving cousin, your loving boyfriend, your loving Valentine !!
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