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We all have a story

Letters!
Wrinkled, thumbed, yellowed.
Dated her collegedays.
All beginning with
"Dearest Dora".
Dora! Doreen!
The vexatious old Doreen!
Incorrigibly narky,
Definitely unsweet.
And yet,
Here it is.
Her very own
Sweet,
Pricey,
Sealed carton story,
Being sold to scrapdealer,
With quivering hands.
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  1. Shailaja VDecember 24, 2014 at 7:33 AM

    Ah, life and her memories. Painful yet indelible. Nice job!

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  2. Amrit SinhaDecember 24, 2014 at 9:32 PM

    We all have stories ... happy and painful ... beautifully written :-)

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    1. Whispering ThoughtsDecember 25, 2014 at 1:49 AM

      I do believe that we all have stories. Thank you Amrit

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  3. AnonymousDecember 25, 2014 at 2:25 AM

    Wonderful and so sympathetic. Made me think of Scrooge, as I just finished my annual re-read of A Christmas Carol.

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    1. Whispering ThoughtsDecember 31, 2014 at 5:53 PM

      Thank you ... A Christmas Carol definitely the flavor of season

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  4. kalpana solsiDecember 25, 2014 at 3:34 AM

    The letters sold to the scrap dealer cannot wipe out the memories from the mind and heart. beautifully written.

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    1. Whispering ThoughtsDecember 31, 2014 at 5:56 PM

      Thank you so much Kalpana. I really like the way you summarised my little piece

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  5. Whispering ThoughtsDecember 31, 2014 at 5:58 PM

    And you put it crisp and right.
    Thank you so much.

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