Day 547: When Dad Left for his Maker

Dear papa, Your father. Your brothers. Your uncles. Same faces. Similar voices. Their presence. Your absence. Tearing chaos. Overbearing silence. I don’t want to meet them. I want them all gone. Even for an hour, I can’t stand them. You stare back from those faces. You speak in their voices. You are there, yet not…

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Long Lost

little things like secrets, like stories are bearers of poignant memories of sobs and smiles long lost  in the sands of time ♥ little things like secrets, like stories they make home and stay forever in some forgotten corner of the mind waiting to be sought and celebrated like those broken toys now left untouched, uncared in some unattended, undisturbed corner  in the attic gathering dust and what not…

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