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(i’m)Patience

impatience, i christen my child as she warbles words withoutpause, eating mine in mid-flow, blinking away apprehension in casually caustic, daughterly confidence-over affection eternal. too used, is she to the shade of maternal fondness, unthinking, instinctive and irritatingly forgetful of … Continue reading

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Spindrift

Spindrift said she of the colour of her uniform, saying the pale blue permitted greying like no other hue. that was her day-dress too, even on those holidays few, when she came over tagging her mother, lending  a helping hand, … 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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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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Daughter

She sounded warm enough But why did I feel like I was walking on egg- shells, like the ones we used to pick on the sea-shore, her hand pressed into mine, in one grip-for-a-life- time, o, why did you have … Continue reading

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Slip-pers

Theirs was a casual friendship- one made over bread and biscuits and a chip here and there. They never made dates and yet, were always glad to see each other. One day, one confidently told the other- “Get me slippers … 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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