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Brushing her Hair

Surya Lehar Yechuri 2016A2PS0782P

She got up from her chair
To go and brush her hair
While she was doing that
She heard a little splat
The sound came from the window
From where, a boy could be seen walking through the meadow
The rain came pouring down
But the boy didn’t have an umbrella of his own
The girl thought to herself, “welp,
I must go and help”
She took an umbrella and wore a raincoat
But what she really needed was a small boat
Because the rain was very wild
And the water rose up to the height of a small child
As quickly as she could, she went to the boy
Immediately, his eyes were filled with joy
She asked him to come inside
And to that, he did abide
She offered him some hot tea
It tasted so sweet that his face lit up glee
After a few hours, the rain finally saw its end
The time had come for the boy to say goodbye to his new friend
He left after expressing his gratitude
Once again, she was in solitude
She went to the window
To see the boy go
Wonderful was the fresh smell of mud
And in the rain, survived the most beautiful bud
The beauty of the bud amazed her
But now, she had to go back to brushing her hair

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