My Lazy Girl

I used to bear a thought.... Am I on periods or on a war???  Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa... I'm gonna die!! Omg.! How is it even possible? What should I do man? Should I tell someone or should I wait for this to end? Is it an injury? Would the doctors operate me for this? (my legs felt numb and sour as i thought of these weak emotions.)  Mummaaaaaaaaaaa............ I am dying !! See what's happening!! My clothes are all spoiled, but I didn't fall anywhere, so can it be an injury?? Shhhhhh....why didn't you tell  me earlier ? Has it just started? No it's been 15 minutes, and I am freaking scared. Let's call papa , take to a doctor, am gonna die mommy.. !! Come here with me... And shh... Melo dramatic​ Queen....you are fine , don't worry. Take this, she handed me a sanitary napkin and directed me to fix it . I will explain you everything, but for now... Don't freak out.. you won't die. Just relax !! She said while assuring me . This happened to

Clouds thunder with a strong lightening​. The storm grew wilder among them as their breath inter mingled with each other. Weird ecstasy and terror rushed through her adrenaline as Derik held her tight by her waist and pull her closer. Lust overcoated their love. She melted in her own delicacy when Derik's cold slender fingers touched her temples with the clumsiness that was hard to resist. Her senses refuse to acknowledge the thin line between right and wrong. Her soul was drifted by the electric aura. She moaned in pleasure when his hands studied the intricacies of her body. Clara's soul was salivating for the tempestuous touch of Derik. He pulled her close enough and buried his mouth on her neck. Their uncontrollable feelings had now developed wild wings. She clenched his hair and he kissed her with all the love and force.  Their soul submerged in the alcoholic ocean of lust. Clara tremble with his each sensual touch. The insatiable thirst was now bottomless. As D

Your love can make her blossom like a flower again. Don't​ procastinate to show your love before it's too late....... Mother ! A small word , but a huge world altogether. Stories have been made, articles have been published, poets have crafted beautiful poems, yet there is always much to add. But why celebrate one day as "Mother's Day" when we can do it each single day !! Why do we need a fancy Facebook or Instagram post to show the depth of our love to the people when otherwise we don't even bother to ask her a glass of water. Aren't the stretch marks on her stomach enough to prove the level of excruciating pain she has gone through to bring us to life. Aren't her wrinkles smiling on the fact that she has been serving the family with the selfless love yet no one stops to bother. Aren't you able to see her grey hair which she now tends to hide under the hair colour to prove that even the brutal age can't recede her love and care