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...
Tuesday, June 30, 2015
The lament of a sister
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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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Science had failed to heal him, brazenly called him insane. Perhaps it was right, perhaps not. Desperate, his people sought Elvira, the r...
It is relaxing doing things alone. No rivalry.
ReplyDeleteThat is one way of looking at it.
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Ah how poignant. I can hear the bittersweet tone in that last line, as the child prepares to catch them alone but not really enjoying it fully. Sigh, single kids. Mine is one.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Shailaja
DeleteLove that last line. Wraps it up so bittersweetly.
ReplyDeleteThank you Todd for your kind words.
DeleteThe last line has so many emotions, loved it.
ReplyDeleteThank you dear. I am really glad to hear such encouraging words from you.
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