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The Wait

Some cannot come to acceptance, Some wait for acceptance,
What about those, Who don't know who to ask.

V Day

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Versatile Blogger Award

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~ Versatile Blogger Award! ~

I love blogging, I love writing. I have tried my best to write across genres but writing is not yet coming very effortlessly. It is not like breathing yet! When it will come that natural, it will be the day when I would proudly say Writing is in my blood. I wish that day would come soon.  But meanwhile awards serves the motivation to reach that goal. Every one needs motivation and person like me need the most in writing.
Thank you Amita for awarding the 'Versatile Blogger Award'!!  Amita is a wonderful blogger and we crossed our paths while working on a contest by Blogadda. Her fortress is the romantic genre :) Not only she is good blogger but also a good leader and patient human being. She got us up and running for the contest when most of us were cribbing.
Thank you Meenal & Sonal for choosing me for the award!!
Meenal & Sonal share an inspiring blog space. They write wonderful poetry. They are fellow blog-a-ton writers and winners.

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Dear Sir

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This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 51; the fifty-first edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. In association with Red Ink Publishers and "Curse Of The Red Soil" by Durgesh Shastri. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. And won the Gold

17th January 1889, West Sussex.
Dear Sir,
Greetings. Thank you very much for not discarding my letter without reading. For it is only you who can make my life. 
I have seen many letters but this is the first time I am writing one.  If this letter may not seem very correct, please forgive me as a child. I have written it secretly as I did not want my mother to worry more about me. 

My mother says when God created earth, it gifted animals with alertness and doomed man with intellect. With intellect man can think, she said, he can plan and he can dream. Why? To survive, we need to think and plan. But why do we need to dream? I asked my her. She then showe…