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It was not easy to be the cutest of all, the prettiest of all, the best of all.
All eyes would be fixed on her, the moment she came out, dressed in a pretty pink dress (no frills!), with bright chubby face and long black braids.

She was a star!

The crowd would applause and cheer her on stage; the auditorium would fill with shouts of ‘Encore!’

Her every move so smooth, every song so pretty, every act so funny.

And after all the bling, it was time for her to go back to her pretty little box. She was a Puppet after all!!
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Alesea said…
Loved it..simply loved it..as fresh as the dew on the pink rose!!
May 9, 2008 at 6:04 AM
Anonymous said…
hehe smarty i like it!
mehak
July 27, 2008 at 4:06 AM
Aarish said…
It was really nice.. 'layered'
August 29, 2008 at 4:53 PM
bondgal_rulz said…
Very nicely written....gives one a different perspective...
February 1, 2009 at 10:21 AM
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