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55- fiction refers to fictional writings bounded to a maximum of 55 words.
The theme for 55-Fiction Friday is Rain. Participate here 
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  1. Alok singhalDecember 6, 2015 at 11:42 PM

    Beautiful...did the rain dance happen?

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    1. SimranDecember 7, 2015 at 12:00 AM

      Hahah :D maybe after the bell :P
      Glad you find it beautiful. Thank you.

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  2. Someone is SpecialDecember 7, 2015 at 2:27 AM

    Very beautiful Little One!

    Someone is Special

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  3. Datta GhoshDecember 7, 2015 at 1:25 PM

    Beautiful....so did the downpour arrive in time for her beloved or made her wait..?

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    1. SimranDecember 8, 2015 at 10:34 AM

      It must have rained after recitation of that wonderful poem :)

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  4. Vinay Leo R.December 7, 2015 at 3:38 PM

    And did you read the poem? ;)

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  5. MalinyDecember 7, 2015 at 5:43 PM

    I have had my share of such surprises in my real life! Good one:)

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  6. Subham SrivastavaDecember 16, 2015 at 11:59 PM

    Coincident. Amazing! When I first read it, I couldn't reckon the meaning. I reread it five times, then it got into my head. Need to feel it, that's why I read it several times.

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  7. UnknownJanuary 12, 2016 at 10:58 AM

    wow! wonderful article it is about the friendship mans thanks for sharing this article.
    career

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