By Kavish Sharma
Squeezing the eyes by the peaks of her cheeks while smearing her hands in the saliva dripping out of the mouth, she laughs drizzling dollops of innocence while safe keeping her head on my heart making my shirt wet while asking me from her eyes “Papa, play with me”. Cluster of emotions hovering around my head making my eyes flow with tears of joy while I find myself lost in the eyes of 2-year-old daughter, I pulled myself together to kiss on her forehead realizing a child’s euphoria is not derived from millions and billions we earn to make them happy, but it’s just derived from the pulses and heart beats we spend together.
By Kavish Sharma
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