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young pencil marks

my wall is discolored: graphite squiggles of a pudgy hand, deliciously dimpled, crimped around a stubby blue pencil, the other leaving faint smudges on the wall- of you, of three year old thoughts, of the afternoon’s last lights, shadows that … Continue reading

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A Clip of Life

Twin saucers peeking out from under soft silk strands, a helpless clip dangling at the tip of those strands, purple with the effort of hanging on, just out of the safety of an upturned nose, quizzical lips half open, drinking … Continue reading

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Baby’s world

my eyelids had refused to come unstuck and sleep the night before, even as i coaxed her to sleep, with an out-of-tune lullaby, my baby, about to start school, her first shaky step into her own world, of wail and … Continue reading

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The boy in pink

Watching him tumble over the baby elephant, his fuzzy mane tousled, and then, undaunted, as he got up to test his new-found stand-up skills, a comedian unknowing, unsure on his feet but sure of where he stood, in awe of his awe … Continue reading

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Hasta la vista, baby!

He knew it was bound to happen, sooner or later- she would slip out of his grasp and soar high. That was her destiny and he knew he had to let go and let her go. Yet, he couldn’t soothe … Continue reading

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Growing up

She fidgeted and kept fingering the crimps in her baby pink top; every few seconds, she’d leap up and blow another kiss out the window. As the bus started pulling away from the kerb, she leant out and blew one … Continue reading

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Softly, o soft(l)y

Fragile. Delicate. Precious. Such were the words he inspired in those who came across him; he never deliberately ‘came’ across’ anyone. But then, he fell for the porcelain skin, the delicate features, the innocent smile. He looked forward to running into Angel-face … Continue reading

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