He opened the old briefcase,
Something he had not dared to open,
For a decade.
And with trembling hands,
He rattled the content of the box,
And then it was hard for him to stop.
Then he saw the old tunic cloth,
The one she used to wear,
And used to drape with so much love.
He looked at with a pensive smile,
And that moment,
Washed away all the past riles.
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Aww it’s so beautifully penned, pure nostalgia !! Loved it!
Thanks so much Tanya
My pleasure 🙂
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Ah those memories ……. painfully Beautiful
Thanks so much Sakshi
Those precious moments and that nostalgia.
Very well penned
Thanks so much Megha
My pleasure 😊
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You seriously can’t write such beautiful without really experiencing it.A wise man told me once.😉
If that is is case what about all the famous lyricists 🤔
They all experience too.. passively or actively
Lol.
Nostalgic memories.
Very well penned Shantanu.
Thanks so much dear Moushmi