in the bureau, I find some old letters
yellowed, cracked but words still intact
dad, you wrote those to me when I was 15
I had forgotten about those in the gadgetry
of today's lifestyle. However, I had saved the
letters to read again at some point of time
in the deafening silence, I took those out today
and touched the words. Rediscovering your love
is not the highlight. calming me, is what I found.
"money has no meaning when it is not circulated. but what of it, what of it?"
@gautami.tripathy April 18, 2017
2 comments:
Wonderful story of recapturing, for a moment, the actual flavour of the man. You make me think I must finally get out and read those old letters of my late mother's.
A lovely rediscovery and moment of silence in yesterday's words. I love how you've written of it.
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