Under Your Cape, Teacher
Under Your Cape, Teacher A Teachers’ Day tribute to those who shape our thoughts, nurture our voices, and gently guide us toward discovering...
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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Ripe autumn air’s come to bless. Showering sweet November caress. We could be holding hands and walking, Silent but still talking. ...
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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. ...

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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