2014 image,Pune
She called me up
today and in the midst of our conversation had asked me if I liked you. How do I tell her about you...
I accepted you as a blessing,a gift.
While cleaning the
dust that had accumulated on the glowing surface of sparkling stones ,you
slipped from my hands on the harsh ground. I
must have mishandled.I should have been more careful.I am so nervous. Sanya
was murmuring while collecting scattered
fragments of the broken vase.
It takes time to get
over certain gifts, given and received with love. Attachments and emotions. Sigh!
~~payal~~
100 words on Saturday 2014- 5: write tribe
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beautiful... a delight! fragile pieces!!
ReplyDelete:)Thanks dear..
DeleteIt really hurts when a gift given by some one special breaks.Very emotionally expressed.
ReplyDeleteThank you ma'am! :)
DeleteNow this was an original take on the prompt! I love what you did with it. Very creative. ♥
ReplyDeleteThanks Kathy..:)
DeleteSpecial gifts are special forever..
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