And come sit Next to me.
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It doesn’t take much
To make me happy
No, not the diamonds
From Tiffany
Nor your precious pearls
Not dinner at some
Fancy restaurant
Neither tickets to the Opera
What I need
Is just a little assurance
That you love me
Enough
To put the phone down
And come sit
Next to me.
Nazreen Fazal
Writer, Wife, Mother, Indian, Muslim. So many labels, one me. I write, I rant, I ramble in order to make sense of everything happening around. Join me on this journey as I share snippets of my life, going about work, my parenting wins and fails, and the murky waters that's long distance marriage.
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