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Happiness is just a matter of perspective. It's your choice how to look at the world.
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Zoya's P.O.V.
"Shhh!" I tried to quieten the exciting kids.
Everyone of us were busy decorating the dining hall for Miss D'Souza's birthday.
Miss D'Souza;
Our caretaker
Our mother.I was on the stool, hanging the last balloon when my balance got weak.
And "thud!" I fell.
Everyone stood still.
Statued.
They looked at me with scared face when I broke into laugh.
They relaxed and laughed with me.But all that stopped when we heard footsteps.
"Shhh!! It's Miss D'Souza.... Everyone in their place...hide fast."
I stood up limping a little, hiding behind a curtain.
Damn! My butt hurt.The switch flipped, lights on.
"Surprise!" Everyone of us came out from the hiding place.
There stood Miss D'Souza with night gown on.
A little sluggish from sleep.She looked at all of us giving a full blown smile.
As everyone sang the birthday song for her.
Tears welled in her eyes,she hugged each one of them.I limped towards her and gave her a bone crushing hug.
"What happened to your leg?" She questioned her voice stern."It's nothing Miss, it's just that while decorating I fell." I replied nonchalantly.
"Nothing!?" She pulled my ear and said," stop being naughty for once." As I laughed removing her hand from my ear.
And kissed her on cheek
"Nothing will happen to me."She smiled shaking her head as we cut the cake.
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Life is like the ocean.
You can either be the ball floating on the waves, or make your own waves.****
I was woken up by the kids in the morning.
Miss D'Souza opened the curtains letting the sun peep inside the room.
"Take the kids out Zoya." Miss D'Souza said.
I nodded smiling at the kids.
My bunch of happiness.After having breakfast, everyone of us sat in a van while driver took us first to the Funhouse.
Funhouse;
Where all types of roller coaster are present. It's a little out of our town in the city.Every year on Miss D'Souza's birthday i always bring the kids in the city.
It's like our ritual.All the kids were happy to try all the roller coasters.
Samar stood beside me, pushing my shoulder a little with his shoulder and spoke,"you can go, I will be here to look after the kids."
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Zoya
Storie d'amoreAnother cliche love story of mine after We were Meant to be. Zoya; means love means life. a person with so much life in her, always spreading smiles wherever she goes. an angel in people's life. always grateful for her life even though she has no on...