There are things that timE cannot erase..and there are some which we dont let gO..
I didnt let, be erased, the memories of those beautiful childhood afternoons when, after school, i used to sit with the watchman near the garden of my apartment and tell him stUff i did at school.. and time wasnt able to erase the memOries of a post-beautiful-afternoon momEnt when i enter the empty drawing room of my home with burden on my shoulders framing a picture that would probably speak of mundane isolation..
SomehOw, today i love talking to a stranger n listen to his story, just like the watchman who used to listen to me.
Somehow, today i loVe entering an empty room and feEl satiated with the silence around...just like tOnight..with peaCe and endless dePths of blackness to sink intO..the daylight today is toO shallow !
Nice...very well expressed..I like the narration very much
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ReplyDeleteThts the magic of life.. we switch places, choices, & persons.. everythng.. even if we dont wish to..
ReplyDeletenice one leher.. :)
@vivek : =)
ReplyDelete@eri : it wasnt something i didnt wish to...somewhere im glad and thankful for the chnges..
hmmm... :)
ReplyDeletebeautifully expressed :)
ReplyDeleteYour Posts r very short with lots of emotions..I read all your posts after April as i was very busy with some other work and recently added a new post to my blog..hope u like it ..:)
ReplyDelete@Anuroop : Tq =D
ReplyDelete@Kiran : yes.. :D
Life gets really pretty at times, and you should live it the best when it offers! :)
ReplyDeleteYou are not alone in loving that silence of an empty room or hearing stories of strangers, from strangers. =)
ReplyDeleteNice read.
Cheers,
Blasphemous Aesthete
@Saurav : yes i do..
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ReplyDeletedoggy is very nice..
@Ashutosh : (",)
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