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Some Memories
#WritcoStoryPrompt8
The picture in the frame held a lot of memories. Some good, some sad. Her tired eyes roamed over it one last time before she tossed it in the fire. It was time to start afresh but every fresh begenning doesn't hold the power to erase the painful past. It was some deep grief anchored to the hooks of heart holding his memories,those memories which still had the smell of wet soil after rain. pyar nei bhulaya jata ,kuch yade kabhi nei mit ti, chahe umeed age badh jane ki ho magar dil ki tapti reit me yade kahi dafan reh jati hai...
mere har sas me basne wale mere prio.
i love u babu.
Snigdhapriyanath..
© Snigdha Das
The picture in the frame held a lot of memories. Some good, some sad. Her tired eyes roamed over it one last time before she tossed it in the fire. It was time to start afresh but every fresh begenning doesn't hold the power to erase the painful past. It was some deep grief anchored to the hooks of heart holding his memories,those memories which still had the smell of wet soil after rain. pyar nei bhulaya jata ,kuch yade kabhi nei mit ti, chahe umeed age badh jane ki ho magar dil ki tapti reit me yade kahi dafan reh jati hai...
mere har sas me basne wale mere prio.
i love u babu.
Snigdhapriyanath..
© Snigdha Das
