My Daughter's Fascinating Pillow.

She hugged it tight to her adorably tiny chest - as fierce thunderstorms and lightening
announced the onset of the profoundly vivacious monsoon,

She carried it like the most invincibly cherished of her toys - fantastically bemused by its spongy texture and compassionate friendship - kissing its rotund periphery with her nimble lips,

She unabashedly chided it for being transiently lost - as she found it after an excruciating search from amongst her plethora of toys of multitudinal shapes and
fraternities - immediately hiding it in her cup-board - so that none could inadvertently
venture it out again,

She cuddled close to it like it was the best of her friends - joyously assimilating her daily dose of several varied colorful cartoon characters and films - alongwith her favorite platter of wondrously tantalizing snacks; ofcourse,

She uninhibitedly tossed it high up in the air and then darted at electric speeds to catch it safely in her impeccably dainty arms; at times also allowing it have a free fall and then burst into laughter as it timidly bounced,

She used it as one of her most creative hotspot's - scribbling and embodying its surface with every conceivable graffiti that her innocuous brain could conceive - letting her ingenious kid fingers vividly sketch upon it with color; paint; gratitude and inimitable charm,

She sporadically involved it in her impetuously playful fights - hurling it an incongruous left; right and center to differentiate her own little toy territory in her room from the rest; eventually collapsing on the floor in sheer and exuberant exhaustion,

She proudly brandished it criss-crossed in open space - as if she was a fearless soldier
marching towards the corridors of victory - her very own fantasy triumph which was
amiably frolicking with her parents and savoring her reinvigorating dollops of lime candy ice - cream; towards the end of the blissful day,

She mischievously patted it with all her minuscule might - to tease her pet dog as he
patiently knelt on his hind legs as a mark of distinguished respect to her - and then she caressed him on his convivial ears and merrily gallivanted of to play with him
on the open terrace,

She nonchalantly kicked it to express her frustration as the electricity went out - more
so; since she knew that neither would it experience even the most insouciant of pain - nor would she harm herself in anyway,

She used it as her most unfettered and darling punching bag - childishly pummeling
those prized fists of hers into royal cotton fabric - as she relished her earthly freedom to its natural and unfettered best,

She intermittently took it alongwith her in the car - as she leaned her full weight upon it to perch like a princess and fantasize goodness - as the vehicle majestically sped
through the wilderness of the intrepid streets; interspersed with motley traffic,

She made it the most fantabulously decorated roof of her playhouse - with the walls
made of rustic straw, stick, lace, plastic, cap, paper and whatever worthily intriguing
object that she could lay her hands upon - as she entered her thrilling abode with her
impeccably loved friend,

She sank deep within its cozily empowering recesses when tired after the evening's
play - and then beautifully shrugged herself to complete her school work with utmost
sincerity - greet the new tomorrow with philanthropy and astounding creativity,

She deliberately plucked at its stitching and ripped apart its cover to threadbare junk - to roll upon it; in its gloriously bohemian baldness - and then beautify it with a richly
embroidered cloth of her very own stellar choice,

She narrated her different stories about her experience with it with mortally unmatched aplomb - which could almost be published as a book by some of the best publishers in the world; as she happily jostled on the tree on the absolute edge of the magnificently plush lawn,

She languished in its unparalleled serenity in her moments of silence - then came up
with some of the most comic anecdotes of her trysts with existence - spontaneously
rushing to hug those cherished to her as she felt earnestly versatile,

I, her father, simply adored her benevolent feelings towards it,

But she, my cute daughter, truly loved her fascinating Pillow.
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Nikhil Parekh , ( born August 27 ; 1977 ) from Ahmedabad , India - is a Love Poet and 10 time National Record holder for his Poetry with the Limca Book of Records India , which is India's Best Book of Records , also Ranked 2nd in the World officially to Guinness Book of World Records . He is an author of - ' LONGEST BOOK written by a mortal - COLLECTED POETRY ' , which has a Print Length of 5254 pages on the Amazon Kindle . The Poet's style of Poetry / literature is unique and has never ever been written before or experimented on the mortal planet by any mortal . Though his Poetry / literature is normal and natural . 10 Different National Records held by Parekh with the Limca Book of Records India are for - (1) Being the First Indian Poet to be published / featured in McGill English Dictionary of Rhyme which is the World's Number 1 English Rhyming Dictionary - for his poem: Come Lets Embrace our New Religion (2) Being the First Indian Poet to have won Poet of the Year Award at the Canadian Federation of Poets which is Canada's National Poetry Body endorsed by Governor General of Canada (3) Being the First Indian Poet to be published in a Commonwealth Newsletter for his poem on AIDS which is 'Aids doesn't kill. Your Attitude kills (4) Being the First Indian Poet to win an EPPIE award for best poetry e-book (5) Writing the most number of letters to and receiving the most number of replies from World Leaders and World Organizations (6) Being the First Indian Poet to be Goodwill Ambassador to the International Goodwill Treaty for World Peace - GoodwillTreaty.org (7) Being the First Indian Poet whose Poems have been made into Films at Youtube.com - The World's largest video sharing website (8) Being the 1st Indian Poet to be featured for his Poetry Book - 'Love versus Terrorism- Poems on Anti Terror, Peace' , at Wattpad.com - The World's most popular ebook community and largest website for reading books on mobile phones (9) Being the first Indian Poet whose video reciting a Poem on Nelson Mandela , has been placed at the official website of the Government of South Africa (10) Having authored LONGEST BOOK written by a mortal - COLLECTED POETRY - which is of Print Length 5254 pages and currently has approximately 1.15 million words , financially selling in the Amazon.com Kindle Store United States at - http://www.amazon.com/dp/B003Y8XLKQ . The Indian Poet has written thousands of varied poems on - God , Peace , Love , Anti Terrorism , Friendship , Life , Death , Environment, Wildlife , Mother , Father , Children , Parenthood , Humanity , Social Cause , Women empowerment , Poverty , Lovers , Brotherhood . His Books and Poems have had millions of viewers and downloads on the Internet . Parekh is an author of 47 varied Books which include - 1 God ( volume 1 to volume 4 ) , The Womb ( volume 1 to volume 2 ) , Love Versus Terrorism ( Part 1 to Part 2 ) , You die; I die - Love Poems ( Part 1 to Part 16 ) , Life = Death ( volume 1 to volume 10 ), The Power of Black ( volume 1 to volume 2 ) , If you cut a tree; you cut your own mother , Hide and Seek ( part 1 to part 8 ) , Longest Poem written by Nikhil Parekh - Only as Life . These Books comprise of nearly a 7000 pages of his Poetry in their entirety . The Poet's Poetry has had the patronization of several versatile World Leaders including the Queen of England . Visit http://nikhilparekh.net ; the webpage . more…

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