He was naughty, I was too...
He didn't know my language, I didn't know his...
Yet he liked my stories, I liked his...
We met, we loved...
And we journey on...
Each in our own stories...
We might just live in each other's memories...
But, he loved me, I loved him...
3 comments:
An interesting post. When, Where n How did you meet the child?
suniletta, tht is jimmy, i met him in ladakh... :)
anu
Jimmy has cheeks as red as an apple [:)]
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