By pransh   

A man holding two infants , both of them at each hand.
Tiny toes , tiny fingers and tiny faces , for a man , a big world , in those tiny ones.
Wrapped in white towel , eyes closed , dreaming , a smile on man's face watching them sleeping.

A chilled wind blew and a tear dropped down from those eyes , a helpless man and smile turned into frown face and he cried , last time he was holding both of them because white towels were wet with the colour of red.

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