Miracles are not photo shopped,
you know it only when it happens to you,
if it didn’t happen to me,
It could still have happened to you.
The way our first child was born after seven years
but the fevers after that took time, on the scan table and
later as we ran into the sea, with three kids and so many silly stories,
glow worms that night at the beach in Manoribel,
and today when the auto rickshaw walla returned my phone after
a day ; or the way Joh’s colour vision got restored after 3 months of
utter black last year : am sure we have our tales of joy and woe
we have our aunts who pray and neighbours who hoot at these aunts
who cares, impossible things just happen – my friend Jayn can accept that in a
cricket commmercial, but nowhere else, ha.
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nice theme,wonderful picture and sweet lines