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The rain of nostalgia
Now an adult, there she stood;Looking out of the window;She was reminiscing her childhood.It was a rainy day;She could smell the wet mud;It was now like the memories could flood. Having a competition of paper boats in the rainwater;That’s when I saw a child in my father;He would always let me win;After all his only Read more
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Why, Father? Why?
By – Gayatri Agarwal The first week was up, You were so excited; That month, Lullabies were all you recited. My mouth had now developed, I thought I was like your small gift in an envelope. Month two was on the go, Mom knew now my heart was to fully grow; And it belonged to Read more
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