Last night before sleep while I was on my last cigarette,
While the storm roared in the dark and candles replaced modernism,
I sat by the window and let the windy moisture cleanse me.
I hesitated but in deep urge, I tasted the rain.
The first rain of the season….
It tasted just the same.
The little girl in me that used to love rain flew back in time…
It was a nostalgic sensation that voyaged all through me.
I missed mum.
It’s been months now.
The last time I visited her, we fought and I returned by the night train.
I missed her clattering bangles,
I missed her anklets resonating her presence.
I missed her cuddles and the charm she carried along,
I missed her like I never missed her before.
I wanted to call her and let her know my love…
But damn!
No modernism meant no charging points,
And my dead phone had no reason to be out of my bag.
I sat there by the window for ages it seemed,
Remembering old times, nostalgia and dreams.
The tiredness slowly drained out and I felt happier in life,
Happier with all I had,
Happier without all the greed in mind.
Certainly, I did enjoy a very peaceful sleep last night,
No lines of stress and I woke up with a big foolish smile.
I don’t know if it’s the hangover talking or something else
But last night brought back memories, all the truths and lies.
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Wow! You nailed it again miss writer….
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Tanu you’ve left me speechless! Stay blessed ππ
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Yaaaaaay! That’s a great thing to know. Thank you for reading.
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Pleasure π
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this is so amazing..loved it
shreyans
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Thank you!
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