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...
Tuesday, June 30, 2015
The lament of a sister
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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...
It is relaxing doing things alone. No rivalry.
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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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