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Memoirs of You💌

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 I wouldn't enter this place like I am coming after ages and venting my everything out But it's to capture a special person I met while I still have time.Fleeting,running,flowing time. May be You are right.May be I wouldn't feel this intense pain after some while when we both are in our different worlds busy ,having forgotten what it felt like to be held in each other's embrace.This is a testimony from me to you that will still be alive when we are dead,when our love is dead.This will be the memoir of You... I met you rather unconventionally on a clear day,it was rainy season but it wasn't raining afterall.Had I known that you had came back for me ,to just take a walk with me, I would have hold you then and there.I remember listening to you and seeing the moon thinking to myself, Don't they look the same.I said in the end "We can be friends,If you want." unbeknown to your "Why would I come here with you just to be friends?!" Was that the day ...
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~My Sun Rises with Her anklets Ting-linging and sets with her hands covering me with a blanket~ I was not planning on writing this today or may be I wasn't planning on writing it at all as it is a sensitive time of my life.But some words couldn't be neatly kept inside.So Here We Are scattering it perfectly all over the place . . .                                               Last 7 days has been like a song that is sweetly sorrowful in all of its verses.More like a stock market graph...Drastically down and drastically up ,Down and Up , Down and Up.My Mom has been caught in a severe state.For 3 days straight She couldn't get up from her bed.Sorry , But words will fail to describe What I felt at that moment.All I was praying for was A Positive signal.After 3 Days She woke up wearing tiredness all over her which was unusual and alien to me as I have never seen her as anything...
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Growing up

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My Dad left the room like He always does but this time I felt so different.As if I were left alone in the midst of a vast Ocean.No way to be seen ,No Home to Return.That's why I Hate Growing Up.                     We are A family of 4 composing of Mom,Dad,Brother and Me and being the young one I have always had my privileges since Very young.Getting the first hand at deserts because You are a child,To get scolded a little or not even that If you two had set up any prank on others.To be honest It felt good at first but then I grew up.I was so dumb and childish back in Young days that I used to think growing up is the Best thing.But,Little did I know that Everything comes with its own Pros and Cons.While Getting old helped me understand myself better,It also fetched the sweet days I had hold tight in my first.             I haven't had many people around me since childhood.So Family has been the biggest Weal...
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Lullaby

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" Twinkle Twinkle Little Star , How I wonder What you are"🌠                         she would sing me to sleep in her sweet monotonous voice,Tucking me in a warm blanket and I would close my eyes slowly as curtains on a stage.It's probably the only lullaby she knew.                                                After A little while I would wake up again.My eyes would flutter upon and the whole world Flashing ahead of me.She would make me brush my teeth.then Take bath.Then She would take me to my closet where clothes chosen with a lot of compassion lie.She is very special to me,So Every single day I would let her choose the clothing for me.She would make me sit in front of the mirror and with her gentle hand, Brush my hair through her fingers.She likes to experiment with my hair , But most days she would wit...
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"Home" is a sweet sound

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"Home" is a sweet sound.  The very name of "Home" have always took me into whirls of confusion . All My Life I have always been in search of A Home,where nothing would seem like a problem anymore,where I could return after a Tiring day's work and still a smile would carve it's path across my face . Till the age of 10 the one thing that I surely knew was that "home" is not the same with "house". It' not the bricks and cement that builds a home . For me Home was Where Love lies.                                     Surprisingly That's not true enough. Recently I read a book Called "The House On The Mango Street" . Why she called It a house and not home ? well , She didn't like the place but she always knew despite of Her disgust she will always have to return to this mango Street , This is where she belonged . So , No matter whether the place be a Small thatched house or A...
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