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December 17, 2013

Our faces resemble, but your stubble is the trouble:Piu’s Porky Pies leading to P.A.S.S. (Protest against Smelly Stubble)

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This is second Chapter of Piu's Porky Pies, Read Chapter-1 Here.

Piu was back to her dollhouse. She was carefree now as Dad was home. She didn’t have to act responsible anymore. Every time her Dad was out of station, she would turn more caring for home & home, assuming that her mother was too fragile to handle it all.

Piu’s Dad had laughed several times since he entered the house and was named ‘Monk’ by his daughter because of his unshaven stubbly look. That night, Piu had slept earlier because she was all tired of fulfilling the house-in charge’s duty successfully. But, her Mom and Dad couldn’t sleep. They kept on talking about the cuteness and innocence their little child had.

Dad wanted to surprise little Piu early in the morning, so he decided to get rid of the unshaven look in the night only. So, midnight shaving took place and a round moon like, glowing young face was discovered beneath the mess of hairy beard.

But, before he could wait the morning to come and impress his daughter, he noticed someone else getting really moved. Yes, it was his wife, smiling at home tenderly. “His clean shaven look bowled her over” and he loved it.

Morning came, Dadda opened the corner window adjoining Piu’s little bed and tickled her little tummy. Piu curled up in her bed for a moment and then opened right eye to take a look at her father. And, a brightening smile lightened up her round face as she looked the clean shaven glowing face of her Dad.
She hugged her Dad and kissed his clean shaven cheeks, and said, “Dadda, do you know our faces resemble, but with your stubble, I find myself in trouble, so be clean shaved like this only.”
Dad smiled at his little carbon copy beating eyelashes at him.

Word Count-299

This post is part of the "Protest Against Smelly Stubble Activity" (P.A.S.S) in association with BlogAdda.

I accept your invitation Someone Is Special. Thanks for the Tag.

I would like to Tag:
Anmol Rawat

I request all the tagged bloggers to take out some time and write for this amazing BlogAdda contest!


  1. Such a nice post Priyanka..form a daughter's point of view..its really unique.

    Thanks for tagging me..don't want to disappoint you but I don't think that I can make it. :-(..I've to write four more post to acknowledge previous tags and my imagination is already exhausted !..

    1. Thanks for being here Maniparna. I loved your remark. No problem about the tag. I understand it completely. All the best for the contest :)

  2. The more I am reading of this series, I am falling in love with it ... I don't care about stubbles. but your posts are as beautiful as colored bubbles :-)

  3. Ah! A beautiful post dear. Thanks for accepting the tag. :)

  4. http://anmolrawat.blogspot.in/2013/12/pass-post-6.html

    I have accepted your tag here. Thank you for tagging me :)


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