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ARCHANNAA MISHRAA

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ARCHANNAA MISHRAA

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Box

Box

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My grandmother's box was very cute


Know what was filling what used to keep with great care


Any teej be it festival

The daughter and sister used to give gifts to everyone

Remember that grandmother's scream,

When someone touched her treasure,

All eyes were on the box

Know what is kept in it,

When grandma died, she left her treasure

Memories scattered in front of everyone


Some childhood ribbons were some of the father's toys


Some saris were very old, and memories faded

Today, when I heard the word box, the old memories came back again.


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