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This is when happiness gives birth to memories !

Dipped in hue, she came. Happiness. She gave me her wings to fly and it filled me with butterflies. I felt like dangling amidst the clouds. If there were numbers to clouds, mine would be nine. From up above there, i saw a rainbow. Mesmerising the view was. The colors of the rainbow went from horizon to horizon. Slowly, the colors dimmed. Out of seven, three remained. The sun shone brightly one day and the clouds started disappearing. All the mist and chillness of air subsided. Weather was pleasant, neither the heat nor the cold bothered. There are twists and turns in living. Happiness comes when it is most unexpected and so does the sadness. The sun grew vengeful to burn me inside. All the butterflies flew away.A sweet little faith was held that one day day she will be back with her butterflies and the cloud number nine.Yet another day, those butterflies returned to me. A smile spread. Happiness came from within. Clouds covered the shining sun, though the number nine was lost, weather was pleasing again. It was time for her to come.
It was time for the memories to come..


Memories..the daughter of happiness..