Ensconced on the creamy white shore, I used to peek inside her soul, while she tucked in the wavy strands of hair that fluttered in the warm summer breeze. I remember opining to my friends every time that my mother was as sturdy as those rock mounds scattered formidably along the shore line, in that she could lap up the soothing, effervescent waves that streamed up to her in days that were serene, but more over, quite admiringly, could muster an inevitable amount of fortitude to stand rooted when hit by a raging tide. Little did the girl in me then know that, twenty years down the lane, she would peek inside herself and utter the exact same words.
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Nicely done!
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Thanks, Reema.
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Beautiful – love the picture painted by your words. Thank you for sharing!
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Thanks to you for dropping by 🙂
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Beautiful story that strike a chord with the soul. We all need moments of introspection and never lose the child in us.
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True, Vishal.
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beautiful expression.
A Rat’s Nibble
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Thank you, Meera:)
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This is so mesmerizing! 🙂
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Thanks, Simran:)
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Hey nominated you for Liebster:
https://vishalbheeroo.wordpress.com/2015/12/08/i-am-a-liebster-munch-popcorn-and-enjoy/
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A little complicated because of the compound sentences used but overall very impressive.
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