A welcome glint
In moments of stillness, when the chaos quiets and nature reveals its gentle truths, even a fleeting beam of sunlight becomes a messenger of...
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The 12 inch heel, the confident gait, The measured steps, the sudden halt, The blush on cheeks, the smoldering eyes, The hands on h...
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I, me, mine echoes all around. The temples ache, and so does the heart. Ah! I long for mother’s lap. To empty the burdens That ...
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It was her umpteenth shift in that cramped bus on a Monday morning. She had hoped to avoid the digging arms and elbows. But to no avail. ...
Ah, life and her memories. Painful yet indelible. Nice job!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Shailaja
DeleteWe all have stories ... happy and painful ... beautifully written :-)
ReplyDeleteI do believe that we all have stories. Thank you Amrit
DeleteWonderful and so sympathetic. Made me think of Scrooge, as I just finished my annual re-read of A Christmas Carol.
ReplyDeleteThank you ... A Christmas Carol definitely the flavor of season
DeleteThe letters sold to the scrap dealer cannot wipe out the memories from the mind and heart. beautifully written.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Kalpana. I really like the way you summarised my little piece
DeleteAnd you put it crisp and right.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much.