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Andy Change can sometimes be so subtle that you don't even realise that your life is shifting, making room for the new. It creeps in slowly, altering small details that you probably didn't even notice. Then there's significant change, the things you see coming and are unable to prevent, be it good or bad. The sharp twists and turns that are here to remind us that we're living, not just existing.

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I once read quote from Sir George Martin which read "A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies. The man who never reads lives only one." And from that day I tried reading as much as I could. Reading was my escape from Reality. My bed dipped breaking my chain of thoughts. I glanced at Alex, he was wearing sweatpants and a white teeshirt that gave a good view of his built. I could make out that basically Alex loves working out. Without wasting any other moment I began covering different topics. We solved multiple choice questions, studied medicine and discussed some psychological facts. Alex himself was a very bright student.

God knows from how many days. I kept crying with my baby in my arms. Is this my life. . . . Please like and comment. Thank you.

We needed all the evidence we could get against Mr Ranault even if it means coming to see a stranger alone in a library. The library had another floor for history and science while the bottom floor was for kids books and pretty much basic stuff. I searched around the ground floor of the library but there was only two teenagers,some women and two nerdy collage guys. There is no way any of these people had that manly voice I heard on the phone last night. Just as I was about to go upstairs,I saw a man seating in one of the chairs with a book in his hands titled: A little life. The man had brown skin like dark chocolate. He pulled the book down a little to be able to peep his eyes out and look

Not for surviving—but for blooming. I remember you sitting in the second row, always quiet, always watching. I remember the way you read ‘Jane Eyre’ with a kind of reverence, like you already knew what it meant to be trapped in a place that demanded silence. I knew then you were never going to live a small life. And I hope you never let anyone make you small again. With warmest regards, – M. Kellerman I read it twice. Three times. Then I folded it again and held it to my chest.

I said and he had that toothy smile of his sadness was gone and it was replaced with happiness and excitement. “What…what is it?” Little one clapped his hands wiggling in my arms. “You have to wait and see. It's in the car.” I said turning around walking towards where I left my heels. “Little one, who is the women?” It suddenly came out of nowhere. “She wants papa to marry her but I don't like her.” Little one said, crossing his arms. “Oh.” Was all that came out. Again that same feeling came back.

"Are you ready for today?" "Yes! What book are we reading today?" I show her the book I picked out. “ We are reading Little Rabbit!” I say in excitement Brenda claps her hands and runs to the reading circle of children who have started coming in The rest of the children trickle in over the next few minutes. In comes Matthew the boy with ginger hair and for missing front teeth. Then Agatha, the troublemaker. Kelvin, the little child who is so hyperactive. They are also different but I love them and their own way