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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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Babe

Pinafored and pretty, Dimpled hands gripping the table, As his grandma bent over, A smile adorning her otherwise plain self, And cut the dumpling’s birthday cake, Celebrating his age of innocence. His silky eyebrows arched in delight, The babe made … Continue reading

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The Little Master

He had murder in his eyes. He brandished the cane and she quivered involuntarily. She waited for his thunderous shouts and the threatening swishes of the cane that were sure to follow. “I shall teach you a lesson” said he … Continue reading

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