Fan Fiction

SWASAN: A WALL OF HAPPY MEMORIES [part 1]

Swara’s Point Of View:

As the car got near the house, I rushed in leaving sanskar behind to park the car. It was our 8th year anniversary today and for some unknown reason, the happiness in our life……..Our princess Sara was not talking to us since yesterday. She even did not wish us today…while in the past , she has been really enthusiastic towards this special occasion, preparing all the gifts and cards for me and Sanskar. But now all of a sudden she stops talking to us . Sanskar wanted me to get come with him to get the dress and so we even asked her to come along with us but all she replied was a pale no. So we had to leave her and go. But now, I am getting worried about her. She is just 7 and only God knows what’s going on in that brain of hers. I just hope that everything thing is fine and she is not hiding anything from us.

As I entered , I first checked in her room and study to only find them empty. As I finished checking the upstairs room , the garden and the living room I started to race to the kitchen along with Sanskar who had just enter and had got worried seeing my panicked face. And as we wore a few feet away from the kitchen, we saw someone come out of it.

It was Sara with a chocolate cake in her hand , covered in flour trying to carry it to the dinning table. And as she saw us, she quickly kept the cake on the nearby table and jumped on me to give me a bear hug and as usual I hugged her more close as if my life depended on her and it indeed did. Giving all of it an ” Awwwwww so cute” statement, Sanskar too joined in our family hug. When we asked Sara about why she was not talking to us , she replied,

“Mumma, I was not talking to you both so that I could surprise you with the cake. I made it. Are you’ll both surprised? ” She asked making her cute puppy face.

“Yes Sara. We are really so much surprised my princess” Sanskar said as he kissed her forehead. While I a smile appeared on my face seeing the cute duo of this father and daughter.

“But no more baking without mumma , what if you hurt yourself” I gave the warning. What if she hurts herself . She is too small to do so.

“OK mumma! But at least cut the cake now . I am sooooooooo hungry. ” She said trying to extend her hand to the fullest.

“OK let’s cut it” I said brushing her hair.

As we wore cutting the cake, our little bundle of joy was happily singing the anniversary song. We cut the cake and fed each other and Sara. But as it was Sara’s chance to feed us , we had opened out mouths, curious to know whom will Sara feed first . But the naughty girl. Instead of feeding us , she had put the cake on our faces. And to take the sweet revenge ,we chased her throughout the house laughing and giggling………. This is one of my happiest memories!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Hey guys! So the first thing I would like to tell you that it is not a ff . These are just some memories of swasan with their daughter. I have been on this page since a long time reading different ffs and what I have come to know is that nobody like a story with villains but everyone appreciates a story with humour and a positive attitude. I personally love to read ffs but as you can see , there are many aspiring writers and tons of new ffs being added everyday so it is not possible to read all of them so I don’t read all but I read some few. But let me tell you , I do read epilogues of different ffs. Although I don’t know the previous story but I read them because I know they are going to make me feel happy. So I decided to bring a collection of different happy memories to the people just like me so they can read it and have a smile on their faces. Any writer is free to add an memory but just don’t forget to change the part no. I don’t think most of you will read this bull shit. But to those who read it, “HAVE A BEAUTIFUL DAY!”

PLEASE NOTE: ANY AUTHOR CAN ADD MEMORIES TO THIS. BUT IT SHOULD BE A HAPPY MEMORY.

Poorva268

My name is Poorva. But my friends call me Pooh! Now you can decide, what you wish to call me!

Share
Published by