Don't feel good:(

Hi,
I hope I have been good all along...no matter how much you try , but life never turns out purrfect...the most curious thing about it is that it is unpredictable. Sometimes defying reason as if on purpose...and sometimes out there on cue to help you..miscievous ...if that is not a euphemism...let it be only life...no synonym exists!!
Let us see what..
1 Ankita leaving today, yes, am not feeling too good about it...there is some sort of a charisma in her that enlivens every moment that I spend with her...sometimes illogical...she sometimes mutters the most witty epigrams..huhh! Unlike me and my mom...who are so used to eclat that now our marrow got callous and we re intereset in some simple things...But ankita is very different...she has intuitive innocence...that goes a long way to help her...you don't find many people like her...I have found none...not becoz she is my sister...I hope that is not the reason...atleast not intended...umm!! I write later....bye!!

Larking About...

Once upon a time in India, was a girl, who from her childhood was endowed with great things. She had marvellous parents, who loved her sister and herself, and most importantly loved each other. She had a very good friend stating nearby, walking back from school together, everyday, playing together everyday, competing as well, snitching and skirmishes, some long squabbles which are too short by worldly standards, they shared. There was one more aspect of her childhood, Her Sister, the most beautiful of ALL sisters in the world. And she herself was the most pugnacious one. She played with neighbourhood boys, and easily dominated them just as One of them. It was difficult for the boys to ignore a girl so WELL-BUILT. Her mother always tried to inculcate a sense of excellence in her, and it really showed, she never had to be goaded to her books. She really cruised and glided. That was her disposition. She wrote the professions of her preference on the house furniture. Her father described her as one of "Sky is the Limit" one's.
God has abided by her all the time and I hope now she can be just as she was, to long back as she sees, footprints are still intact on those sands that never occurred to her so plainly distant and barren as they do today. I hope her journey be a long one, and satisfactory ans that she arrive "not a moment too soon", for the "Work of Creation is never without travail". Amen!!