Hark! The rhythm
Hark! The rhythm. The pellet drum rattles. The dance begins. The creation, the annihilation, the fleeing in-betweens, and beyond these appar...
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The sun was nearly gone. So were the last of his passengers. That was what he thought. Driving the cab at snail-pace through city’s traffi...
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He went there. Daily. Unfailingly. His conversations, Candid, Intimate. And why not! He had Inspired That iron-man, ...
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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...
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.