This place was like my baby. But, when Sushant, my real baby got into Harvard, I had to support him.
I would not be a rich dad now in terms of money but my son would make me proud.
I was capturing the view with my eyes. Maybe,trying to absorb it like a sponge does water and never squeeze it back.
The aroma of fresh air, mixed suddenly with my tears were going to be in my head for the rest of my life.
What if it was all a big mistake…
Word Count – 93
Linking up with #FridayFotoFiction Week#10 by Mayuri and Tina
That’s a very unique take on the prompt.Wish there was more.
hope it won’t be a mistake. But you never know how the children become in future! Nice Z.
Interesting point and very well linked with the pic Z
Thanks Shalini 🙂