The twig

26th September, 2016

When I first picked it up from the dusty road on my way to home, I hadn't believed much in it. It could be just a thorny stick of some plant. But still, somewhere deep inside, I had a little hope that made me plant it in a jar with a little mud in my terrace. That little hope, today, gave me this beautiful view and a wide smile on my face. We all have hope but a strong belief in that hope definitely helps you remove the "im" from the impossible.

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