Have you ever come across a literary masterpiece by an unknown author- which is a befitting description for you? I have come across only once by author “Edgar Wallace” in the novel “The Valley of Ghosts”. Drawing the same picture in front of you---that was 9 years back.
He had once read in a novel of heroine that she was flower like and had dismissed this description as a piece of extravagance on the part of the writer. And yet the description fitted her- the petal purity of her coloring, the stem straightness of her figure he admired, She was a bud, half revealing the splendour of flower yet wholly satisfying in her immaturity.
It was something between girl and child- so exactly satisfying as they were, that you grudged their improvement.
Does it fit now---People around can tell.
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isn't that usual wit evrythin in life..a constant tussle between what you want to b & wat u hav been..but d beauty of life rests in tat aspirational indecision!
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