Times are hard. Its 12.00 midnight. Remembered that time we left to sleep with a promise to greet good morning to each other? Hope you remember. Pain with in me excruciating. Like its killing me. Tonight I will try to meet you in my dreams. Wpuld we walk? Would we talk? I will hold your hands. I will tell you something funny. Will you show me that beautiful smile? I loved that smile and I will. I tried to see it a lot. I miss you Baba.
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