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All I Need Is Coffee Divine...('@')>

Said , Happiness cannot be Measured?

Word which start with C is Coffee.

Went inside, Its Hot and Dark,

I'll do just Fine , with Sip of Spark.

Hover Blend , Over Tongue and optimum Roast profiles

Nose is just a passage to inhale, Breath hits Ears and Eyes.

Measured happiness at every second of every drop.

If I were a machine , Coffee could be a Fix of Perk.

Feeling Low ? get Espresso, Unlike being Depresso.

Unexpectedly Strong, Yet my dreams go on

Waiting for an hour is long. Well, Coffee is just beyond !   ---#iAish

Hola Junio ....(^ ! ^)

 Welcome Dear Nostalgic June!,

Mr.Rain and Mrs.MuddyPuddles with their kids 

Raincoat ,Umbrella were awaiting since so long in their resort called Earth .

 Decorated with freshened Greens and Breezes . 

Mr.Weather is all prepared to let out his agents Cold and Fevers. 

Deary June , Make sure you send all the love and happiness through Sky

&

Be kind to all Beings on Earth.

**** haachooo !!💨💨  *** - ‪#‎iAish‬. 

Life - o - Color !!

Greens turned Grey..

Oranges Red and No Blues..

Then How to Silver and Gold?

Wait..!

                                               There is White after Every Black..

                                                             So be in Pink always..
                                                                                          - A garish !


Life is like colors, Sometimes bright and at times dark. After darkness there is light , after withering there is  flourishing of  fresh blossoms. When you wish to be happy and Joyous then have patience because after Every difficulty there is ease, So be relaxed and keep smiling as pinky as you can... 

Sandal not taken...!

Walking Perfect adds Confidence,

Put On , Its a Change On!,

Walk On, Find the Places and Explore On,

Cant Think about Flats, Things are wrong, 
Wear High Heels ,

Enough to make it Right !..

Go Gorgeous !
 Feel High with High Heels!

A Stiletto -  Ler    

Its Eighteenth Looney Tune !

With Love,

 

December '90 , April '91 but it's 18 ,

Chalapati's Mansion and Hussain's Villa juxtaposing, Looney Tune.

Little babies cuddling ,getting entwining,

Language of two is not just words

but connotes a real sensing.

Bestie is a ghost whose spirit never dies,

Bestie is a boast with pinky likes.

Be it Good or Be it Bad,

Be it Sad or Be it Mad,

Our bond will endure and it stay so pure.

Sweet angels are rare to find,

But the sweetest is already mine.

she cares, I uplift

Indeed, perfect fit

Old ! Already we grew that Old ,Young! but not that Bold  

What we're told?

 None is too vast spanning distance

It will last forever adoration and divine percipience

I covet one calling almighty, when we will be Eighty,

Race and Chase one another on Wheel Chairs with tooth loss,

Nursing homes will ever be as entertained by us as us. 

So we stay as Partners in crime, Best Friends Forever 

until we know which is longer?

C-a-r-e is our four letter word,

A rare sapience , Always or Forever?

                                                being your Non-biological sister.....! #BFF

  18/04 - 18:30 (Year 1993)

Black Wonder --

It’s that time of a year again in Anantapur with no heliophilia were the morning Schools of Summer where the days get hotter and the nights get longer. I glanced at the wall clock it read 7AM, the soft ring of my mumma's Voice pulled me away from my bed to go and start my day seeing her beaming face awaiting to send me to school. With all the rush and freshness the day begun and the more grungy, stinky and dirtier during the last hour. The Bell Rang and all the little crowd were jostling towards the gate. In midst of my buddy gang I saw a big Walking stick head curve came towards and caught my neck - OUCHH!. Yeah My Grandpa who came to pick me up from school. I say "like a Fisherman “, "like a fishing rod”, "like catching fish". I squirmed by the force of walking stick around my neck like fishing the little me from the crowd."Amma!, Lets go home" said my grandpa. With all the confused state of mind I reached home.

 The days of summer furlough in my grandpas house were one my favorite childhood memories. Playing in the garden area I heard Grandpa calling me "Amma, come inside". It was sudden dismay again to hear "amma”. Back to my sweet cornered room In front of the mirror I stood. Checked my face and there thought process begun. Do I look like an old lady? I went near the mirror, saw my frizzy hair. Then little closer to the mirror, saw my Big Fat nose. and still closer I saw my eyes .Found a gigantic black outlandish mole at the corner of my left eye and still closer,  I bumped my head against the mirror-OUCHH!.

Confusion still persist. With the bewildered and pained expression I stepped away from my room and rushed to grandpa with aim of knowing why I am called Amma.

"Dada ji why am I called Amma"- I said. My grandpa with exasperated look told me to sit next to him, my grail of to understand about the reason behind made me more conscious about myself.

Grandpa took my face into his arms

-"This face resembles me of my mother, the same facial curve with the same eyes, it is like my mother's renaissance as my granddaughter, Let me tell you an interesting secret. This black mole at the corner of your eye is inherited to you at the exact correct spot as my mother, so you are called as Amma" said grandpa.

Listening Keenly to my grandpa with my eyes widened and knowing such a mysterious fact behind my mole, It is a WONDER, letting out a silent gasp and hyperventilated me who once had thought of pricking the mole out of my eyes is now a wonder in my life and that is the reason why my grandpa calls me Amma. All these days I didn’t like the mole but after knowing this it made me more joyous and happy.

Inheritance gives secretive gifts to everyone in their lives. Some may get eyes, nose, fingers, habits or anything similar to their grandparents. Those inherited features are the memories and gifts given to us by our grandparent’s lineage. Some may not like their features, some may feel bad and inferior about being short or long, having fat nose, small eyes, short hands, long feet, hair, skin, voice, habits and many more. Many of them plan for surgery in making those features perfect or to hide them. But these are the memories of our parents of both families.

 The mole is prestigious inherited BLACK WONDER from my great grandma, though I didn’t see her. The black wonder mole always reminds me of my great grandmother. I have lost my dearest grandparents to the heavens but i still have the black wonder mole. I look at it every day and am thankful for having it after all its not weird and outlandish but an emerging serendipity, wonder and a beauty spot.

- In remembrance of my grandfather Mr N.K.Hussain (late).

  We Miss You Dadaji...!

                                        - Ayesha Hussain Nalagadda. #iAish .