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77 FICTION : A GIFT CALLED LIFE


She woke up. He was not in bed.The sheets were crumpled though.She could hear some noise from the kitchen.
As she got into her slippers, she remembered the last night.They read the book together and then laughed about it.He was all she thought of since the last three years.

He was natural, very unpretentious.The gift of her life.


Giving a jolt to the thoughts, he greeted her loudly, “Good Morning Mumma !”



Comments

Richa said…
Goes absolutely with Happy Father's Day :)
Zeba said…
Made me go 'awww..' And that doesn't happen very often. :-) Loved it.
Lol, nice 'twist in the kahaani' :)
Anwesa said…
@ rainboy,

Thanks !
Anwesa said…
@ Richa,

Ummmm...yeah :)
Anwesa said…
@ Zeba,

Thanks :)
Anwesa said…
@ Ria,

Thanks dear :)
Anwesa said…
@ Harini,

Yeah, kahaani mein twist :D

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I CANNOT REMEMBER MY MOTHER ~ Rabindranath Tagore

I cannot remember my mother,
only sometime in the midst of my play
a tune seems to hover over my playthings,
the tune of some song that she used to
hum while rocking my cradle.


I cannot remember my mother
but when in the early autumn morning
the smell of the shiuli flowers floats in the air,
the scent of the morning service in the
temple comes to me as the scent of my mother.


I cannot remember my mother
only when from bedroom window
I send my eyes into the blue of the distant sky,
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has spread all over the sky.

~Rabindranath Tagore
Note : This was one of  the earliest poems I read,loved and cherished.