The chirping birds

As she sat there, peeping out of the window, the chirping birds told her a story.
Two little birds, one with a crippled wing and other with pretty eyes. Her eyes glared with rays of indubitable love, not once found in humans.

Love, she learned, in little things is love in its purest form.

-Tasneem.Y (Like a Shooting Star)

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