With all the cling clangs of Merry Christmas, I never expected a big band of choir fooling me, making me stand still, pulsating ,trying to camouflage myself. When it was time to wish each other and ask for the day's plan, a friend called up and mentioned she was going to encourage a friend over lunch. One said, she had to make something special for her husband, and last but not the least had to spend her day at the church. The eldest of the gang had just returned from India, which made it obvious that she should be taking rest, getting herself out of the jet lag. So all were busy with something or the other. Day passed and I was so cozily sitting with my PJ's on, enjoying my plate of evening snacks with my family, when suddenly the door-bell rang and 'twas a friend asking for a small help. Few minutes later there was another bell, one more friend , just came in to show her new saree. But the third time the bell rang, I heard some children outside & they were my son'...
Back in the grind again… scared of the tasks ahead and overwhelmed by the weight of responsibilities. Last year, on this very day, we were holding onto each other, promising that no matter what life brought our way, we would never let go. We believed no hardship could break our strength, and together we would face every low and rise back into better days. When I look back at that moment, gently holding your feet, comforting you, silently promising myself that I would stand beside you, fight for you, and never let anything separate us for years to come, it hurts to realize that today, I no longer even have a reason to look forward to this date. Piece by piece, I am trying to gather what remains and hold everything together for our children. But the soft whispers of reassurance that once gave me strength are slowly fading into silence. Time is supposed to heal pain, but how do I explain the weight of a grief that words can barely carry? The rare moments when I laugh or feel like myself a...
nice creativity dear...just keep it up...:)
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