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VALUING the CLOSEST!

Heya'! long time, no see. How you are doing?? Hope you are filled with titanic level of protons. *LOL*
I'm fine but busy doing studies & attending classes. Woah! need a long vacation.
I think the intro will take the entire page. So, let's jump on the topic before I left with no contents.

 Do you go with the title? 'Valuing the CLOSEST'.
If it is my choice, I want to question myself first. Do we really value the closest? Closest can be, both an object or a human being. But tell me, who don't want to be the worth. Even the plants expect, and need the small talks and affection to grow. Then humans absolutely have the 'right' to be valued !!
           
         To.
         The Dearest,
                       (Thanks for looking out for me),( I owe you!),(I couldn't have done it without with),(Thanks for being such a star☆and for being by my side),( You made my day),( You are the one who leads my good day☀️),(I ❤️ U),( I'll be back),( Wait for me),(I want to go with you, I don't know anything, I wanna go with ya'),(I miss you),(Miss me),( Take care of yourself),( Let's go for a walk),(Let's read a book together),(Why don't we go for a dinner),(Give me a missed call, I'm doing you the back)....                         
                                                  These are the few little-BIG things which matters to your closest!
Bring a blank page and pen, and write a letter (let's get back to the elementary stage of school) who deserves it. Use all the key lines I suggested through, including your thoughts which you want to say personally. It's a peak time. Let them know, how they matters to you. Don't send through texting, do a little slog, & burn your ATP. Now fold the letter. I know it's onerous to fold the pages,containing so much of emotions. I do adulate your vehemence. But I;m suggesting you to wrap up and put it into an envelop. Stand-up & straightly give it to the person. Not via anyone, it should be your own hands, giving the letter. Keeping your facial expression as said in the below following lines:
     Hold the Letter, think a good day spent with the person; which will eventually help you to smile.
Keeping the eyes down and hand it to her/him.

 IF YOU LOVE ME,  even SLIGHTLY.  YOU'LL DO IT, because to me 'slightly is too much'

 So, that's all for the day. Spread love, keep valuing the closest & hustle hard! 

Comments

  1. UnknownMay 14, 2019 at 9:39 AM

    Typing errors are there, work on it. Overall it's perfect. And I loved it ❤😘

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  2. Akshay Kumar SharmaJune 18, 2019 at 10:47 AM

    Hi Buddhapriya, it's Akshay here from the past, I know that I'm no longer remembered by you but it's nice that I could find all of my classmates, especially the English topper on Instagram and your letter described your excellence in English even today.

    Sorry for any mistakes. Looking further to chat.

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