Gloved hands, elastic feel with stretchy safety measures
Craving to touch the surfaces that have been freshly painted
To colour the blemishes and cracks of old wooden chinks of rough times
Patience of forest silence withers after weathering many seasons
Natural colours wear off and withdraw with evaporating moisture
Sinewy look of the once robust torso speaks a tale of ages
~Amitav
Beautifully written 👍
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Thank you, Shikha.
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I love this one 🙂
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Thank you ☺ how’s this year been? Nice hearing from you.
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Hello Amitav, this year has been good so far, thanks. I hope things are well with you too. One good thing about this year definitely is that I’ve gotten back to blogging regularly! 🙂
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