My Best Friend Khushboo
Khushboo came to my house about a week ago. From the day, she became a very important member of my house and my life. I call her Baby. I feel bit responsible for her.
I have a reason to come to my home at lunch and dinner for her. She is so cute that I sleep looking at her most of the nights. She is so innocent that she doesn’t even know what is going on around. She doesn’t even recognize people around her. She doesn’t even recognize me. She doesn’t even know her name is Khushboo. She doesn’t even know how much I love her. She doesn’t even know how much troubles I am taking for her. She doesn’t talk to me, or anyone else. She is quiet and busy in her own world all the time. She neither listens to me nor does she know I am talking to her.
She is such a friend that I do things that I do for no one. She eats a lot and I make sure she gets food all the time. She grew older and fat in front of me in a week. She pees and poops anywhere not caring and not even knowing who cleans it. I have to do everything but still I am happy she is with me and I am happy to do anything for her. She sleeps in my arms or palms when I hold her.
She is with me only for 2 weeks. Then her guardians will take her away from me and I can’t do anything about it. I can’t stop them. I can’t even make them not take her. They left her with me because they were going outstation. And they will rightfully take her back. Here is the pic of my Khushboo.
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