Dream Vs Nightmare

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"humpty dumpty sat on the wall"
She repeated after her - "Huty dety sat a wall".
Sneha burst in laughter as her angel jumped behind her. They were headed to home after daily visit to nearest play park.
"All the king horses..."
Sneha did not get any answer. Sneha looked behind to call Nikki. Her eyes widened. Nikki was no-where to be seen.
"NIKKI", she shouted at the top of we voice. She looked all around. There was no tree, no pot, no wall till almost 500 meters. She had no idea where to look. Her heart sank. She ran in all directions.
Sneha has brought her love into the world all alone. She had no choice. After those heartless drunkards left her bleeding and lifeless. She took the decision against all odds. There was no mistake of the new life in that. If god wanted to have her the motherhood this way, she accepted it. 'Love makes you complete', she had heard. Nikki's love made her life complete. She was the reason for her to smile in all odds.
"NIKKI, baby where are you?", She trembled in terror. Her face was wet with tears. "NIKKi, please call mumma...".
She suddenly sat breathless and looked at her side. Nikki was sleeping with her hand held tightly into her. Sneha kissed her forehead and held her with care. Why do people call them dreams. They are nightmares. No other word can replace them. She wiped off the sweat from her forehead and her eyes closed by themselves in a while.
Within minutes, she was again seeing something - this time, it was a dream. She whispered  - "You are my life and love Nikki. My first and last love.".

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Soulmates

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Grey hair, wrinkled face,

They walked slowly,

Hand in hand,

They stepped together.

They stopped in between several times. They took a breadth and started again. The church was glowing with candles. Candles of love that hung everywhere.

He bent on his knees, Just like ages before. The only difference though was he did it with aching legs. His best suite hanging loudly over his shoulders, he held her hand.

The same hand which he had held many years before. She still felt shy as first time whenever he did so.

"Will you marry me?", he asked with a pause - "Will you marry me again?".

She looked directly in his eyes. Her white gown looked bigger for her today. Yet she looked gorgeous. 

"yes", she spoke with a smile. "It's a yes my love for every-time you ask".

They exchanged the rings and locked their lips. The whole world screamed - true soul mates.

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