Sometimes you look at me with piercing eyes. As if you completely ignore my eyes and look right into my soul. It is kind of amazing and intimidating, all at the same time. It is as if you are looking at me in wonderment, but with no expectations. There is an indefinable purity to it. There is inescapable innocence, and how I wish it could forever be preserved in you. That I know fades away somewhat with time. It does not disappear always, because people always fall on an innocence-spectrum.
I hope that your oftentimes-mischievous face retains its spark. I hope you can always be true to who you are, and be really proud of it.
For the first time in my life, I think I understand what the word unconditional means. And for that, I thank you!
I hope that your oftentimes-mischievous face retains its spark. I hope you can always be true to who you are, and be really proud of it.
For the first time in my life, I think I understand what the word unconditional means. And for that, I thank you!
Just felt like picture extravaganza!
1 comment:
Lovely pictures Tarang. Little Samaira is so cute. The pictures I liked the most are the ones where she is wrapped in white towel:)
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