Rheeya sat by the window-sill inadvertently discerning the parting message of the dying evening sun….. a forlorn look on her face as she thought- Tomorrow, Mr. Sun, I shall unravel all your secrets….Tomorrow I shall step into the shoes vacated by Kalpana Chawla…Tomorrow---
“RHEEYA, It’s time,” her mother’s voice shook her out of her fantasies. It was time for her chemotherapy session.
The sun outside sank lower & lower but just before it faded out, it sneered and called back- Yes Rheeya…but, if Tomorrow comes…..
Tomorrow never dies and so the dreams..
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STRONG MESSAGE
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Deletechemo is means to healthy life.. complete the life there are many challenges to conquer...come on..
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Deletehmm touching one this is :( .
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