My atthai Atthamma Aunt ..

She was a beautiful red rose 🌹 in her red saree. She walks in her royalty and her phone in her hand looks elegant and her choker set as like a layer added to her beauty and her dark blue zari saree completely makes her a beautiful mom with her two kids and her husband and me I adjusts her pallu and pleats.

She met accident with her own people in disguise making her fall on bed the black eye that hit her was so cunning we couldn't protect her but she was irresistible and know her strength even she made her fall a woman that fought the terror of evil and her divine heart �'� protected her blood and I took the way which she was leading me to and our home 🏠 was never in bad hands and the star on her home he made it light ever to thousands of people who got Shadow...

My dream was a not mere thought but I made a reality and now I share it...
If her own boundary was not shaken by few she would been the guest to his venture of usd and would have made her to be born grandson shower with her hands and make him wear the traditional royalty dress and no one would have dared to even think of touching walls of her home ..

Many more thoughts on her and I see I could imagine the reality that hasn't happened...

Sometimes we walk on thorns thinking as rose petals and few walk on rose petals thinking as thorns...

Few who walk on thorns is like my mother inlaw she wasn't worries about her but gives strength in the form of light by the candle...every tear though dried up in eyes is a war she is waging in her heart what a illness like thorn can do to her when her own heart is red rose 🌹.


Loving thoughts of mom and aunt too..

Jessy Jacob ❤️

Reviews

[JessyJacob]

I just don't want to reedit because it over fancies my lines and I would keep these as natural as my Shakespeare write ✍️...