5.. 4.. 3.. 2.. 1
Rollicking frolicking five-some. White, rich brown. Just like that, they stole your heart away.
Till there were 4. Somehow the numbers bade adieu, one by one. Yippy, yappy, now just one puppy.
There, once upon a time, lived a kitten, who had the privilege of feeding on sneaked-out mess food, of sleeping in richly folded woolly towels stuffed in nike shoe boxes, and snuggling in warmth under inter-iit jackets.
They come, are the cynosure of all female and their male friends' eyes, and one fine day, they are all gone. Just like the rains, just like the wind, just like the dried up tear, of losing someone near.
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